Do you remember the photograph?
a stranger recognised you and asked.
You just smiled, and I tried not to laugh.

Do you remember tripping on 8th street?
Me in my new boots still unsteady on my feet,
swaying to ambition's beat.

And half of my time I'm half alive,
and half of my time,
you're half on my mind...

Do you remember a margarita rooftop?
and a sunrise so perfect,
well it seemed time had stopped.
You still heard that ticking clock.

Do you remember talking on The Highline?
the wind off the water well it stole my best lines,
and the sirens they screamed
and drowned your replies.

and half of my time, I'm half alive,
and half of my time,
you're half on my mind...
just half on my mind,
always half on my mind