Not a Through Street

I don't remember much of anything
Of those years
Kind of strange and kind of sad
Considering all the laughs
And all the tears
Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac
Or the cynical moon
Could it be the neighbor's cat watching
Me from the living room
Either way  these days I feel so strange
I remember you so strange
Do you remember me secretly
So I comb the depths of the ocean floor
Of my memory grasping onto some
Shell  some piece some evidence
Of you and me
Sunlight streams in morning
Your head in the sheets
Dancing naked in the living room
（I still practice secretly）
I remember you secretly
Do you remember me secretly
I remember you secretly
Do you remember me secretly
You're a mile away
On your island  so close
Doing who knows what
With who-knows-who
Haphazard lovers don't
Seem to drown out your tune
It goes for me anyway
I don't know about you