Under the Bridge, Pt. 1

Under the bridge lies a body Scented with sea and seaweed Salt preserves the flesh And blood at the crime scene Time to rewind things What was his minds dreams How's his Mom holding up Writing obits as minds read One last time breathe Into their soul And out what their time means That's all that time sees Reincarnating fading Evaporating To restart and see what this time brings See what this time brings See what this time brings I can see time I can read minds I can see time I can read minds When the presents ahead There's no need to remind me