Lyrics:
floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i
I'm sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment
Waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm sitting, watching wind blow
Watching time go,
a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry young lovers whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my
a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin' me
I'm on tour, but now my bedroom's
Street
There's people passing by
cnd even strangers they say hi
So many memories
You wouldn't believe me
cnd on the road
Our friends get bored cause all we
Street
There's people passing by
cnd even strangers they say hi
So many memories
You wouldn't believe me
cnd on the road
Our friends get bored cause all we
Crowded places
Thought I saw you on the street
Just the other day
Memories fading
If we, if we sat and talked
Sure we'd catch them all
These fading
a building passing by
A liminal space
Preserved only in memory
My sight is splitting
From a building in the sky
Look upon my face
Preserved only in memory
My
a building passing by
A liminal space
Preserved only in memory
My sight is splitting
From a building in the sky
Look upon my face
Preserved only in memory
My
out in the crowd.
Endless laughter, hearts beat in time,
Your smile’s electric, it’s blowing my mind.
With you by my side, the world’s so bright,
Every
spells by a man in chains
Silence is all we have to give
And the memories of a life I wish we'd lived
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Come keep me up, this one's for us
Pour up the memories one by one
Late night in the city
Lucid fever dream
Neon lights all up and down
over the Compton Airport, 5-2 at 5000
Requesting ground controlled approach to the Los Angeles Airport, over
81-Echo, Los Angeles approach controlled,
All these fine memories are fuckin' me down
I dreamed it was a dream that you were gone
I woke up feeling so ripped by reality
Love is the king
to guide us most when
We have no light to see throughout all our darkest days
And troubled ways
Meet me at the door by the garden
Meet me at the door
You'd think for all the days I've known you
That I would have you memorized by now
With Every question answered,
Every single page turned
But you
the memories that it gave.
She's busy in the pantry, far away from Elmer Gantry
Who is busy baking souls that he may save.
Everybody's soul but Miranda
on a Monday night
I’m gonna go again because I don’t feel right
Quick pack, knapsack, quick snack
Quick train 42nd street, Greyhound again
Roll bus roll, take
One memory shines bright, like a beacon in the haze,
A glimpse of love or loss, in this endless maze.
By stealing this memory, I find a piece
Yesterday's a memory
Another page of history
Sell yourself for hopes and dreams
That leave you feeling sideways
Tripping over my own feet
I was by myself when I saw you the first time
Took me weeks to figure out who you were
On the top floor, in our building on Broad Street
You're still
Here by my window in Germany
A morning bird flies close to me
On his wing I see a yellow star
The lights are on in the factory
The frost is
them go, I hear the angels sing 'Gloria'
Love is the gift he brings
I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets in the faces passing by
I've
We're living by computer
The sound is rushing through ya
Believe in what your eyes see
You're in touch with the energy
The rhythm of the heartbeat
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