John K. Samson Farewell Faded Memory
Hey, another numbing light of early morning
Another pile of half-read books
Nice and safe in my serene surroundings
Evil smiles and empty looks
Why justify why you can think at all?
I guess I'm far too sane
Cry, falsify this turmoil of emotion
Until you feel no pain, but
I'm pretty sure some sun will rise, and
Give me the strength to shield my eyes, from
All the lights and all the lies of compromise
And I always try to understand, but
Looking back it's hard to know
That you were bought and sold for a box filled full of Spanish gold
I sifted through some archives yesterday
Met you in a photograph
I saw your face and simply had to look away
I know that that would make you laugh
So many things I guess I should remember
But I don't know how
So many things so easy to forget
I guess I miss you now, but
I'm pretty sure some sun will rise, and
Give me the strength to shield my eyes, from
All the lights and all the lies of compromise
And is this a faded memory, or
Did I see you crawling
Out towards the open sea, so sad and free without me
Oh, without me
I bid farewell to the faded memory
