[Verse 1]
Déjà vu
Glass cafe faces
Fade into the wash
Of brick-dust-yellow afternoon

[Verse 2]
Déjà vu
Slow lines on pages
Shape words like echoes
Of a ball bounced in an empty street

[Verse 3]
Déjà vu
Sun on hair dancing
To breeze-borne snatches
Of a lost music box melody