Somewhere there's a map In a book in a box In a room in a stack That I had but I lost
On the map there's an X And the X marked the spot Where I buried my treasure In case I forgot
Can picture an evening The stars on the ceiling That night I tried flying I can hear my mother crying when I Split my lip cause I lost my grip Now it's frames and clips And little bits of
Memories Open ended endings How am I remembering How am I remembered I wonder a lot Exactly how it was Or vastly different than What actually happened? What's real or imagined In all these memories?
What happens in dreams When they feel too familiar? Am I stitching up seams? Am I pulling on triggers?
From the hospital room Or the letter from “you” All these things we exhume What the hell do I do with all these?
Memories Open ended endings How am I remembering How am I remembered I wonder a lot Exactly how it was Or vastly different than What actually happened? What's real or imagined In all these memories?
In my mind there's a lost and found Sometimes I look around In my heart is every clue To everything that I ever knew I'm older I'm younger When I can't sleep I wonder Where do they go Do the leave the body with the soul?
All these memories Open ended endings How am I remembering How am I remembered I wonder a lot Exactly how it was Or vastly different than What actually happened? What's real or imagined In all these memories?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
