Memories tinge the places we've been Embedded and branded on us. Once yesterday Now gone by the way They were there But now they are dust.
Though locations they stay Of warm prior days. We look back with pulsating lusts If there was a way To bring us back to that day I'm sure we would be on that bus.
The places we've been are places we need Places of times that were real. We see this unfold the moment we leave The moment we yearn for that feel.