The echo of a love song heard before it's sung, wandering through a memory dreamed when you were young. Foolish or fantastic -- which do you suppose? Who is there among us who knows?
From nowhere, the thought of someone gone for many years. Then all at once a footstep: Lo, and he appears. Imagined or a mystery --which, do you suppose? Who is there among us who knows...
Or even cares which one is true? There's hardly anyone except a haunted few...
Who long ago remembered somewhere they would see someone wrapped in twilight, carrying the key, carrying the secret everywhere he goes, someone here among us who knows.