There are mem'ries here
Layered deep
Like something inside had gone to sleep
The golden hair and the single eye
There was life impossible to deny
A crooked smile
Let's talk for a while
Tell me stories of the olden days
I'll form an image like a haze
There are roots here
Dust off the cobwebs, make it clear
Removed by a thousand miles
Like old and dusty files
But there are mem'ries here
Of golden hair and a single eye
But the day has come
The layers undone
And there am I
Tied to the golden hair and the single eye