Trace Decay - Wintersleep

We were made to let go Why do you cling to the

Falling leaves and

'for sale' things

We’re imaginary,

We’ve always been

We’ve always been

Have they taken your

Mind away from me?

Just a trick of the eyes,

A guise, a scheme

I got nothing to keep,

Nothing to leave

Nothing to leave

You will find me in the

Valleys, in the gullies

Of your mind

Pigeon blood-red, cut and

Carat in the eyelids of your

Blindest memory

Memories,

Memories,

Memories

At a party with nobody who

Will love you but the wine

Gobbled pills that the doctor

Should have never prescribed

Scattered letters to the

Boyfriends you have

Never identified with

Surreptitious, spilling kisses

You could never quite deny

Memories,

Memories,

Memories