The Luyas traces

My mind is going
My mind is gone
Oh how they’d tell you
Oh what I didn’t
Look at you, my friend
What a wonderful time
We had the perfect weeks
And I could see the light
When my body meets the mountain
Would my hair grow all the way down
All the way down to the coastline
To where I was when I was happy.
I dream a heartbeat
I dream in wonderful time
Looking for traces
But all I see is the light