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Play
me an Old Song
Switching round chronology,
Mixing up people, places we've been,
The past an open door
to revisit all that's happened before.
Sitting alone,
Thinking of how we've changed,
Saddened by distance,
Pictures coming out their frames.
*Refrain:
Play me an old song that you know,
Play me an old song that you love,
Play me an old song that you remember,
And comfort me.
Packing up and putting away,
Filling up boxes, sealing with tape.
Short-term memory,
Cause your head runs out of storage space,
Needs the room to rebuild and replace.
Forgetting
Not always a bad thing,
Leave behind to let go,
so you don't get caught in the undertow.*
Recalling those kind eyes,
Recalling your kind words,
Probably you've forgotten me,
but I must confess it's you I remember the best.
Long-term memory
a necessity,
to reconnect, to reconnect and refresh.*
Future
can be a scary word.
When you don't know where to go or what to do,
When you're guessing who your friends are.
Chapter one's done, move on to chapter two
I'll leave the rest, I'll leave the rest to you. |
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