An ambient look at fading memories and realizations that things have not been how they have seemed.
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I’m sorting through the memories my old life left behind
Washed away like a dream upon waking
They’re fuzzy in my mind.
It wasn’t so long ago, they seemed all that I could know
Whittled away like rusted paint flaking
They’re bleeding in the snow
Vivid at times but I lose them in a blink
Obscuring the mind from what I’d like to think
I’m sifting through feelings that truth would not have felt
Washed down a stream of façade
They are starting to melt.
The snow inside is chilling the past that I can see
In retrospect flawed
But it was genuine to me.
Vivid at times but I lose them in a blink
Obscuring the mind from what I’d like to think
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