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(03:46) A richly atmospheric tribute to the transcendence of memory over matter. |
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REMAINS OF THE DAY
Ghost at the gate, why don't we go
Over the lay of the land?
Memories fade, but I can feel them
Wade through the sun and the shade.
Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost;
Surely you know the way.
Glossy and glazed, summer's sweet hold
Carries us far and away.
Lost in a haze, green and golden
Out in the fields where we played.
Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost;
Surely you know the way.
Can't go home again; I close my eyes and
Follow the path to the place.
Keeping it safe, I can be there
Lost in a world time erased.
Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost;
Surely you know the way.
Lyrics © 2003 Cynthia Conrad |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Cynthia Conrad |
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Blood Ruby |
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3.5MB |
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