Swimmin' across the tallest grass   She followed him into the field.      'This is where,' he said to her    'Is where I like to be.'      Once near the center he   Hollowed out a space   Between the branches squeezin' in   She couldn't see his face.   Everything reminded her   of everything he said.      And everything   Made more sense to her.      I'd like to go again, to go on in   A small room she could see   And there he sat and his eyes were red   And deep in them she would be      Branches and the grass above her, head into the sky      Everything is makin more   Sense to her.      The only one thing left to see   With her eyes   Closed on me   Will she stay here with the comfort   Of knowing who she should be       Memories...memories...