Thought I saw a specter in the treenBe careful if you slumbernWas walking in the garden, heard you leavenSoon we’ll need to be coverednI arrived, as the light was lifted from your eyesnnMemory, memory, memory, memorynMemory, memory, memory, memorynMemory of alphannAre you bleeding?nOh, it’s just a stainnI thought I heard you speakingnTrembling as you inch towards my embracenWhat is it that you’re holding?nYou replied, before the innocence had left my eyes