Lyrics

[Verse 1] Dreams are about the future Songs are about the past Sometimes it take a suture To make a feeling last To make a feeling last [Verse 2] 'Til tears are subsumed Like toys in trash bags In a box of honeymoon Ring found wrapped in rags A ring found wrapped in rags [Chorus] No longer will I hold you A story lost in time Folded in mold and mildew Tied in dry rotted twine Some day we'll fly [Verse 3] Things found seem to tickle The memory of the heart Surprisingly a salty trickle Ripples out from a spark It ripples out from a spark [Verse 4] But I painted all my rooms And I thank my lucky stars Sometimes I swear I smell your perfume And it's sweeter the scars It's sweeter the scars [Chorus] No longer will I hold you A story lost in time Folded in mold and mildew Tied in dry rotted twine Some day we'll fly Some day we'll fly