Hideaway
Silk and ocean waves
Voices ride through yesterday's
Fireplaces, chimes, and lace
Things we lost or put away
And all the memories fade
Into the pillowcase
In our bomb shelter in a tree
Cut to the edge of me
And you
Budapest
And old world stays
Citadels and expiration dates
Left like rust on sides of trains
Things we lost or put away
And all the memories fade
Into the pillowcase
In our bomb shelter in a tree
Cut to the edge of me
And you