Letras
Somewhere there's a map
In a book in a box
In a room in a stack
That I had, but I lost
On the map there's an X
And the X marked the spot
Where I buried my treasure
In case I forgot
Can picture an evening
The stars on the ceiling
That night I tried flying, I can hear my mother crying
When I split my lip 'cause I lost my grip
Now it's frames and clips
And little bits of
Memories
Open ended endings
How am I remembering?
How am I remembered?
I wonder a lot
Exactly how it was or vastly different than what actually happened?
What's real or imagined in all these memories?
What happens in dreams when they feel too familiar?
Am I stitching up seams?
Am I pulling on triggers?
From the hospital room or the letter from you
All these things we exhume
What the hell do I do?
With all these
Memories
Opened ended endings
How am I remembering?
How am I remembered?
I wonder a lot
Exactly how it was or vastly different than what actually happened?
What's real or imagined in all these memories?
Memories
In my mind there's a lost and found
Sometimes I look around
In my heart is every clue
To everything that I ever knew
I'm older, I'm younger
When I can't sleep, I wonder
Where do they go when they leave the body with the soul?
Body with the soul
I wanna know
Exactly how it was or vastly different than what actually happened?
What's real or imagined in all these memories?
I've got memories about it
(I wonder a lot)
(Memories, I wonder a lot)
(I wonder a lot)
Memories
Open ended endings
How am I remembering?
How am I remembered?