Music
Music comes into my life like waves hitting the beach
It come in and out with little rhyme or reason
As the music enters my life, once again, today become yesterday
I stand before my past emotions, they are laid before me like hallow shells in a museum
Look at them all fondly, and think of how many that have been collected.
Is there a way to clean out my museum? How can I stop that from happening?
Listen to a new song over and over putting new memories to them
Placing them together with my old shells
Today is the past
It come in and out with little rhyme or reason
As the music enters my life, once again, today become yesterday
I stand before my past emotions, they are laid before me like hallow shells in a museum
Look at them all fondly, and think of how many that have been collected.
Is there a way to clean out my museum? How can I stop that from happening?
Listen to a new song over and over putting new memories to them
Placing them together with my old shells
Today is the past