Not a Through Street

Not a Through Street - Anya Marina

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