all of our memories slip out through the net
fearsome grandmothers will not let us hide
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
when pain of living has us most upset
then we hear loudest voices that deride
all of our memories slip out through the net
leaving behind just the fury and fret
the shouts of anger and the words that chide
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
no matter what the lie or epithet
effects of injury won't be denied
all of our memories slip out through the net
so we are trapped knowing we cannot let
our hearts be opened to the other side
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
for all we knew still the true course was set
from the beginning by our manic pride
all of our memories slip out through the net
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 10:10 AM UTC
all of our memories slip out through the net
fearsome grandmothers will not let us hide
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
when pain of living has us most upset
then we hear loudest voices that deride
all of our memories slip out through the net
leaving behind just the fury and fret
the shouts of anger and the words that chide
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
no matter what the lie or epithet
effects of injury won't be denied
all of our memories slip out through the net
so we are trapped knowing we cannot let
our hearts be opened to the other side
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
for all we knew still the true course was set
from the beginning by our manic pride
all of our memories slip out through the net
the truth is bound up tightly with regret
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