the sands of time are so sticky
how did we fall right through them?
i don't listen to the aching in my bones
i can't remember the last time i heard you speak
it's a memory that i play over and over in my head until i can no longer remember what you looked like either
it's an old tape that finally gives in after what seems like its millionth play
what did we do to lose those long and simple summer days?