Is this the part where the brain scan shows where memories reside?
Some ambiguous shape in me, suddenly producing light
Triggered like a trip wire every time I breathe it in Isn’t it strange that a lilac tree is what unlocks where I’ve been?
Like a time machine rebuilds the past
My memories return
Like remembering the ashes before they burn
It is the friction that lights a match
Desperate attempts that make it last
So I hold my breath for as long as I can
But before long, the wind swells in I started a fight I could never win
But I will hold on as long as I can
It vanishes against my will
The light goes out
My heart goes still
And just like that
I believe in ghosts
Time and space are at my back
Performing disappearing acts
Now I can’t escape the smell of smoke
The research says that the only way to keep memories intact
Is to lock them away and to close the door until countless years have passed
I guess that explains why the strangest things can conjure up the past
And forgotten time will find its long way back
As thin as air
As light as snow
Some combination of the unknown
But it doesn’t matter, I just know I need more
‘Cause I feel like I’ve been sleeping through the better part of this
Laying dormant through an endless winter that doesn’t even exist
It’s gravity in an hourglass
Responsible for the avalanche
And the loudest silence that I’ve ever heard
A memory clear as a bell
A story I will try to tell
But maybe this time
Without words