I won't lie, If you're asking me
Do I trust my own memories
Are they lies if they come from me?
Or are they blurred by what I want to see?

Go on tell the night
That it's meant to be the day
How the moonlight was our guide
When the sun refused to stay
It's getting hard to trust my mind
As the past will always fade
So go on tell the night
That it's meant to be the day

Thinking back only makes it worse
Focusing makes all your thoughts disperse
It's when I'm tested that I realizе
What will hurt me, will reduce in sizе

Go on tell the night
That it's meant to be the day
How the moonlight was our guide
When the sun refused to stay
It's getting hard to trust my mind
As the past will always fade
So go on tell the night
That it's meant to be the day