Oh
Album: August EP
By: Wired to Fly
By: Wired to Fly
Duration
3:47
Genres
Lyrics
Oh, God! I just can’t grasp you with a tighter clasp! And someday, I’ll put you in a box, I’ll have images to dig for Crushed and crumpled away like silly little love notes I received from a girl in 1994 Tell me, what’s a memory but something that isn’t happening anymore? Once these thoughts get excavated, we’ll probably be eviscerated Will you still think of me when spring’s in the past? When summer’s head of steam comes roaring back? O the joy! Ocean in view! But you’ve stolen the scene; it’s cropped so clean, rocky shores against a backdrop of Pacific blue You’re the jewel of the tourist trap when you tie your hair back, it’s all so true! But, tell me, what’s a memory but something that is remembered each time distinct and new? Oh, God! I just can’t grasp you with a tighter clasp! And someday, when I’ve put you in that box, I’ll have images to burn Crushed and crumpled away like silly little love notes I’ve received, tattered and torn And, tell me, what’s a memory but something that can never be reborn?
