We all have shattered past
That we can't reconcile with
We'er all seeking out a purpose in this world

That we forgot that there's 
Nothing at the end of the tunnel
But the memories that we discarded

Like dead weight we drag our past along
We could try to forget it but what would that help
We would just fall into the same mistakes we made then
So sweet irony is that we have to keep it with us

Take your bebop samurai 
I'll take the space roses
We'll meet in the middle
Where time and space isn't a curse
To see if we're really alive