When you’re looking for something you want,
Which seems impossible to find
But you find something you once wanted
That something, at the back of your mind.
That something that was forgotten
‘Til you found it once more
Between books, crushed up
At the back of your drawer.
Soon, everything evolves to this
To lost things in your room
But they can be re-ignited
And remembered; they can bloom.
So if you’re forgotten
Don’t worry, you’ll be found
Some day you’ll turn up behind a shelf