Boxes of photographs and little scraps of paper
Lyrics and letters scribbled onto tattered pages
All these moments captured in a flash
Split seconds that have only a fraction of the mass
Taken at a time when it must've felt right to make a memory
That would become a relic
You know our memory is edited with every recollection
It changes but we never quite forget it
The smiling faces in a silent stasis
Locked inside a frame, a million miles away
Another time and place
So I could fly for days and never find them
Sailing through the sky aflame
I'd write these pages as a child
And lay awake at night, debating if they're right
Now I see my life in layers, coiled tight
Like tapes I used to hire, no way I can rewind them
I see family bonds we thought would never buckle
Now their names are barely ever uttered
I see lovers that were never lovers
And many others
Friends who were like brothers
There's how I met your mother
Buried under letters ending with the "Yours truly"
'Cos you're the only thing that's yours, truly
See, reality is magic but these metaphors move me
Tried to pen a message with that "Cellar-door" beauty
Forevermore those lyrics will be unheard
Now I'm unnerved, seeing images become blurred
Looking at the pictures of the people that we once were
Thinking if I could travel back and tell them one word
Would it be "Love"? Would it be "Make"?
Would it be "Run"? Would it be "Wait"?
Would it be "Luck"?
In a way this whole thing is a betrayal of their trust
'Cos we can see them
But they can't see us
Brittle in my hands, I'm gentle with the touch
Slide my finger through a layer of the dust
I'm not that person but I was him once
We can see them but they can't see us
Little me trying to look so tough
Showing off when he should've shown love
Now the jokes on him 'cos I'm all grown up
We can see them but they can't see us
Put together a puzzle of pieces from way back when
I just want to make peace and amends
Atone for my sins, take ownership and win
Leaves blowing in the wind just blame it on the breeze again
We pretend that this dream won't end
Until they're playing Let It Be while we sleep
In front of all our family and friends
They can see us but we can't see them
We took our buddy Peter to a little beach
On the east coast of the island he loved so
Tipped the clay pot into the tide between the fishing boats
Saw his ashes riding on the ebb and flow
They didn't seem like the person that he once was
We did the same for my Nanna at the duck pond
In the end, you've got to give it all away 'cos
Anything that isn't given away becomes lost
Vines cover concrete, metal always rusts
No ifs, no buts
Put the ashes to the ashes and the dust to the dust
We can see them but they can't see us
Sometimes life is too much
But when it's over it was never enough
Heart so heavy I can feel it in my gut
We can see them but they can't see us
Floating on these two wings
Through an old house
Full of new things
That I don't know about
I see my daughter fully grown now
Feel a swelling in my chest 'cos I'm so proud
I try to call out
She turns around like she heard a sound
The puzzled frown fades from her brow
She sighs deeply
I can see her but she can't see me
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Boxes of photographs and little scraps of paper
Lyrics and letters scribbled onto tattered pages
All these moments captured in a flash
Split seconds that have only a fraction of the mass
Taken at a time when it must've felt right to make a memory
That would become a relic
You know our memory is edited with every recollection
It changes but we never quite forget it
The smiling faces in a silent stasis
Locked inside a frame, a million miles away
Another time and place
So I could fly for days and never find them
Sailing through the sky aflame
I'd write these pages as a child
And lay awake at night, debating if they're right
Now I see my life in layers, coiled tight
Like tapes I used to hire, no way I can rewind them
I see family bonds we thought would never buckle
Now their names are barely ever uttered
I see lovers that were never lovers
And many others
Friends who were like brothers
There's how I met your mother
Buried under letters ending with the "Yours truly"
'Cos you're the only thing that's yours, truly
See, reality is magic but these metaphors move me
Tried to pen a message with that "Cellar-door" beauty
Forevermore those lyrics will be unheard
Now I'm unnerved, seeing images become blurred
Looking at the pictures of the people that we once were
Thinking if I could travel back and tell them one word
Would it be "Love"? Would it be "Make"?
Would it be "Run"? Would it be "Wait"?
Would it be "Luck"?
In a way this whole thing is a betrayal of their trust
'Cos we can see them
But they can't see us
Brittle in my hands, I'm gentle with the touch
Slide my finger through a layer of the dust
I'm not that person but I was him once
We can see them but they can't see us
Little me trying to look so tough
Showing off when he should've shown love
Now the jokes on him 'cos I'm all grown up
We can see them but they can't see us
Put together a puzzle of pieces from way back when
I just want to make peace and amends
Atone for my sins, take ownership and win
Leaves blowing in the wind just blame it on the breeze again
We pretend that this dream won't end
Until they're playing Let It Be while we sleep
In front of all our family and friends
They can see us but we can't see them
We took our buddy Peter to a little beach
On the east coast of the island he loved so
Tipped the clay pot into the tide between the fishing boats
Saw his ashes riding on the ebb and flow
They didn't seem like the person that he once was
We did the same for my Nanna at the duck pond
In the end, you've got to give it all away 'cos
Anything that isn't given away becomes lost
Vines cover concrete, metal always rusts
No ifs, no buts
Put the ashes to the ashes and the dust to the dust
We can see them but they can't see us
Sometimes life is too much
But when it's over it was never enough
Heart so heavy I can feel it in my gut
We can see them but they can't see us
Floating on these two wings
Through an old house
Full of new things
That I don't know about
I see my daughter fully grown now
Feel a swelling in my chest 'cos I'm so proud
I try to call out
She turns around like she heard a sound
The puzzled frown fades from her brow
She sighs deeply
I can see her but she can't see me
Lyrics and letters scribbled onto tattered pages
All these moments captured in a flash
Split seconds that have only a fraction of the mass
Taken at a time when it must've felt right to make a memory
That would become a relic
You know our memory is edited with every recollection
It changes but we never quite forget it
The smiling faces in a silent stasis
Locked inside a frame, a million miles away
Another time and place
So I could fly for days and never find them
Sailing through the sky aflame
I'd write these pages as a child
And lay awake at night, debating if they're right
Now I see my life in layers, coiled tight
Like tapes I used to hire, no way I can rewind them
I see family bonds we thought would never buckle
Now their names are barely ever uttered
I see lovers that were never lovers
And many others
Friends who were like brothers
There's how I met your mother
Buried under letters ending with the "Yours truly"
'Cos you're the only thing that's yours, truly
See, reality is magic but these metaphors move me
Tried to pen a message with that "Cellar-door" beauty
Forevermore those lyrics will be unheard
Now I'm unnerved, seeing images become blurred
Looking at the pictures of the people that we once were
Thinking if I could travel back and tell them one word
Would it be "Love"? Would it be "Make"?
Would it be "Run"? Would it be "Wait"?
Would it be "Luck"?
In a way this whole thing is a betrayal of their trust
'Cos we can see them
But they can't see us
Brittle in my hands, I'm gentle with the touch
Slide my finger through a layer of the dust
I'm not that person but I was him once
We can see them but they can't see us
Little me trying to look so tough
Showing off when he should've shown love
Now the jokes on him 'cos I'm all grown up
We can see them but they can't see us
Put together a puzzle of pieces from way back when
I just want to make peace and amends
Atone for my sins, take ownership and win
Leaves blowing in the wind just blame it on the breeze again
We pretend that this dream won't end
Until they're playing Let It Be while we sleep
In front of all our family and friends
They can see us but we can't see them
We took our buddy Peter to a little beach
On the east coast of the island he loved so
Tipped the clay pot into the tide between the fishing boats
Saw his ashes riding on the ebb and flow
They didn't seem like the person that he once was
We did the same for my Nanna at the duck pond
In the end, you've got to give it all away 'cos
Anything that isn't given away becomes lost
Vines cover concrete, metal always rusts
No ifs, no buts
Put the ashes to the ashes and the dust to the dust
We can see them but they can't see us
Sometimes life is too much
But when it's over it was never enough
Heart so heavy I can feel it in my gut
We can see them but they can't see us
Floating on these two wings
Through an old house
Full of new things
That I don't know about
I see my daughter fully grown now
Feel a swelling in my chest 'cos I'm so proud
I try to call out
She turns around like she heard a sound
The puzzled frown fades from her brow
She sighs deeply
I can see her but she can't see me
Writer: Jamie Coleman, Liam Bulluss
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid