Atlas: Smell - Sleeping At Last

Is this the part where the brain scans show

where memories reside?

some abiguous shape in me suddenly producing light

Triggered like a tripwire

Every time I breathe it in

Isn’t it strange that a lilac tree is what

unlocks where Ive been?

like a time machine rebuilds the past,

our memories return

Like remembering the ashes

before we burn

It is the friction that lights the match

Desperate attempts that make it last

So hold my breathe for as long as I can

Before long, the wind swells in

started a fight I could never win

but I will hold on as long as I can

It finishes against my will

The light goes out, my heart goes still

and just like that, i believe in ghosts.

Time and space are at my back

Performing disappearing acts

Now I can escape the smell of smoke

The research says that the only way

to keep memories intact

Is to lock them away and close the doors

to countless years that past

I guess that explains why the strangest things

can conjure up the past

and forgotten time will find its long way back

As thin as air

As light as snow

Some combination of the unkown

It doesn’t matter, I just know I need more

Cause I feel like I’ve been sleeping through the better part of this

Laying dormant through an endless winter

that doesn’t even exist

It’s gravity in an hourglass

responsible for the avalanche

and the loudest silence that I’ve ever heard

Memory clear as a bell

A story I will try to tell

Maybe this time without words