He rubs the back of his neck, mulling it over.

Gaeta doesn't expect any revelation to appear -- he's spent enough time trying to figure out what the song is, and where it's from, and how he knows it. But it would be nice to have answers for a change.

Eventually, though, he's forced to shake his head. "I can't remember it," he admits, rather rueful. "To be honest, I don't know anything about it, it just...popped into my head one day."