And so it is, just a picture on my wall
A romantic retrospect of you and me.
And everything looks so good in black and white
It felt so absolutely right to me.
And from the tiny speakers of an ancient radio
Stream snatches of a song I know
And though the cracked sound that whispers in my ear
Calls from distance, it feels so near.
Oh life is nothing but a song full of memories
The imagery of an unfinished episode
Nothing but a song full of memories
It’s such a heavy load.
And so it is, too many things are left unsaid
Too many curses shed between you and me.
And so we go, each one of us alone
Back to our broken home to see.
There is no need in longing for the past
For everything that did not last.
And from the tiny speakers of an ancient radio
Stream snatches of a song I know.
And life is nothing but a song full of memories
The imagery of an unfinished episode
Nothing but a song full of memories
It’s such a heavy load.