Mid-air Testo

Excuse me I appear to have misplaced my memory
It got lost in some twisted daydream
I'm only a stranger by my own nature
But you sure think you know me well
Know me well, so well

There must be ways back from here
There must be ways back from here

Forgive me for I do not mean to impose Though I hope that you've not seen me here before
Now I could adjust to reality in time
But not belong or call it mine
Oh mine

There must be ways back from here
There must be ways back from here

There must be ways back
There must be ways back
There must be ways back
From here