Where the Trees Never Sleep

I'm passing by a railway station
 A woman sleeps, with a mirror in her hand
 far away, a celebration
 A map in my hand, was this day ever planned?
 What ever happened here last time?
 What ever happened with the friend I want to see?
 I really miss our conversations
 I really miss the life the way it was meant to be
 It's a quiet brittle small town
 where the sun sets low,
 and the trees never sleep
 All the skies we have brought down
 Rainbows we chased, all the words we replaced
 So many years left unspoken
 So many years now I want to revive
 Wish to mend things I have broken
 wish my return, will set me alive
 Falling through the past
 from the first, to the last
 memories in my hand
 pouring down
 like the sand