One More Block / We Don't Even Live Here

In my mind there are fleeting memories of urban city blocks and sacred spaces in nature that we've explore as visitors. And now it all almost seem like a dream. Images keep flooding back. Behind my eyelids the hazy bright nights dance vividly. Irreplaceable, fleeting moments. Walking home from venues, egos disarmed, laughing too hard, getting lost, and just being "one block away" for way too long. When we embraced simplicity, everything seemed to make sense. Those hours held all of the secrets of the universe, but when we awoke they were gone, released from our minds back into the atmosphere to morph into something new. Together we went everywhere and belonged nowhere.