Lyrics

I remember that thing you wrote
I call it poetry
At least it felt that way to me
We were discussing concepts
Of intangible and abstract
I wonder now If we were even
Saying what we were really thinking

In your car and
It was raining
Or was it overcast
The music was so captivating then
Wish I could always hear things like that

We stayed up all night
I swear you became someone else
When we watched the sun come up
It was like the person I once was
Was born and dies there all at once

It's still not settled
There's so much left unsaid
Dreaming in riddles
Asleep in an unmade bed