David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Memories left in time,
They’re maybe all we have,
We wear them like our favorite clothes,
We use them alive or dead.

We seem to make a copy,
Of everything we see,
Then store them in our private world,
To remind us we can be.

You’d think we really don’t need them,
You’d think we’ve grown out of their use,
But no, we feel they’re valuable,
Even though they’re like a noose.

To be quite honest, they trap us,
In pasts of long gone by,
Devoted to blinding our future,
They tell us whatever they want.

Sometimes I forget I have them,
When my joy inspires to be me,
I’d like to live above their urge,
Where it’s easier to simply be.

Memories left in time,
They’re maybe all we have,
We wear them like our favorite clothes,
We use them alive or dead.

Sometimes I forget I have them,
When my joy inspires to be me,
I’d like to live above their urge,
Where it’s easier to simply be.
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