Not A Through Street

I don't remember much of anything Of those years, Kind of strange and kind of sad Considering all the laughs And all the tears. Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac Or the cynical moon? Could it be the neighbor's cat watching Me from the living room? Either way, these days I feel so strange. I remember you, so strange. Do you remember me secretly? So I comb the depths of the ocean floor Of my memory, grasping onto some Shell, some piece some evidence Of you and me, Sunlight streams in morning Your head in the sheets Dancing naked in the living room (I still practice secretly). I remember you secretly. Do you remember me secretly? I remember you secretly. Do you remember me secretly? You're a mile away On your island, so close Doing who knows what With who-knows-who Haphazard lovers don't Seem to drown out your tune It goes for me anyway I don't know about you.