stop the song

i believe i've done this island once before
though i've never dropped the automatic line
the breeze from the beach brings up a memory
glimpse of a face i've never known

i remember you as well as the ocean
moonlight on your hair and on the waves
closeness of your breath is nothing new to me
still if we knew before, i couldn't say

i can't believe that we would ever leave this
even at the part where we came in
someone's life is flashing right before my eyes
such a rarely undone kind of deja vu

your body melts to mine it's so familiar
you kick and scream just like i knew you would
the silence in the rain and then something you said
convinced me all along i understood

now you and i still smell the salty breeze
and we believe that we can't remember anything
but a vacant spot where we used to be, but not really
whatever kind, it's an escher kind of deja vu