Letras
There's a swing that creaks when the wind moves through
I never played there but I wish I knew
The sound of laughter, the feel of light
I saw it once in someone else's life
No Christmas fire, no stories told
Just counting change with fingers cold
I watched the world from the windowpane
While joy passed by and called no name
No paper snow, no silent night
Just shop lights humming, warm and white
Still I imagine someone's hand
Tying a bow I'll never have
These are my almost memories
The ones I never got to keep
They live inside the quiet parts
Of dreams I visit when I sleep
They're not real, but they stay
Like shadows I can't brush away
I built a world inside my mind
Where someone held a child in me
They're not true, but they feel
Like the only thing that helps me heal
These are my almost memories
Moments made from make-believe
They live inside the quiet parts
Of dreams I visit when I sleep
They're not real, but they feel
Like the only thing that helps me heal
Maybe that's why joy feels strange
Like something borrowed, not exchanged
They never happened, but they stay
Like songs that never learned to fade
They're the only home that's real
They're not mine but they remain
Soft as tears I can't explain
These are my almost memories—
And they still whisper my name