Paroles de Mid-Air

Excuse me I appear to have misplaced my memory It got lost in some twisted daydream I'm only a stranger by my own nature But you sure think you know me well Know me well, so well There must be ways back from here There must be ways back from here Forgive me for I do not mean to impose Though I hope that you've not seen me here before Now I could adjust to reality in time But not belong or call it mine Oh mine There must be ways back from here There must be ways back from here There must be ways back There must be ways back There must be ways back From here