To you my memory awakes
even awry rhythms
have a way of making up
for their blunt loss…
if echoes had a better stop
than history would make
cottages in my door
and I could remember
all those songs
without you
being there, to remind me.
To you my memory awakes
even awry rhythms
have a way of making up
for their blunt loss…
if echoes had a better stop
than history would make
cottages in my door
and I could remember
all those songs
without you
being there, to remind me.