| I was once told that walking through a doorway could cause someone to forget
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| Even the most precious memories they had
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| Memories of good, memories of bad, memories of love and of loss
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| All tucked away neatly
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| Stored like the worn out blankets that were kept to dress the rainy days
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| And bad habits that happen from time to time
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| Or what it felt like to rest your head on a friend’s shoulder
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| That still carries with it the creases from where you last placed your heart
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| Just like that
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| Gone within a single step
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| That somehow three beams and an imaginary line drawn across some old aching
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| floorboards
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| Were all that stood between you and the infinite silence
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| Of the very things that once colored your mind with sound
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| It’s funny
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| You can make yourself believe almost anything if you…
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| If you think about it for long enough
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| (Was that you?)
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| (Was that you?)
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| I was once told that the love I felt beating inside my chest
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| Was nothing more than my mind playing an unfair trick on my heart
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| And like a pair of dice dancing along the uneven pavement
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| Their fate, much like yours or mine had already been decided
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| That even the cracks that drew their faults between two opposing sides
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| Cannot escape a fate that was always destined to be sealed
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| To think
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| That someone could actually believe that the swelling tides of my heart
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| Were no more than an anxious highway of ins and outs
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| Anchoring my imagination to the castles I’ve been building in the sky…
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| Well, maybe «they"are the crazy ones
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| Then again, I have been known to misplace my hope in the way things fall
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| And if I had to confess there stands a greater chance that I have all but lost
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| my mind in here
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| So I suppose it’s better off this way
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| Because I’ve always believed that the odds of finding what you seek
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| Tend to favor those who are open to seeking them in the first place
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| And I for one have never quite understood how odds stand to get even without
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| that frame in mind
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| To be clear
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| I’ve seen a million faces
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| I’ve seen a million different faces
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| Each one mirroring that of your own
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| And still, none of them felt like home to me
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| None of them have felt like you
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| So here we are
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| And I can vaguely and strangely trace your outline
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| I can remember what it felt like to hold you
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| I can remember what it was like to stare blindly
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| Into your eyes for what felt like an eternity
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| How could I forget that?
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| I could never forget that
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| I could never forget you
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| No matter how long it takes for my words to make their way
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| Through the vastness of this place we’ve called home
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| I unto you and you unto me
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| I say them and will continue to do so
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| Day after day
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| Night after night
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| Never knowing if you’ll actually hear them
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| There is no place for time here
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| Just overlapping moments where I thought I’d found you
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| Where I thought I heard the sound of your breath
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| Where I felt your heart as it waited patiently for mine
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| Retracing the steps that we left in the life before last
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| Before our eyes closed
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| Before the great divide
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| Before a doorway stood between you and me
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| As it stands
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| I’ve found myself in that doorway again
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| With both feet in and your heart on my sleeve
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| But I can’t bring myself to walk through this time
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| Not yet at least
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| Not until I take one last look and see that it was you
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| That it was always you
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| Our hearts strewn across those old fragile floorboards
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| The silhouettes of each and every one of our memories
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| Playing out like a story that we both know we’ve seen before
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| I remember now
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| This was where I first found you
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| And beyond those closed doors
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| I will find you again
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| My love
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| I will find you again
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| I will find you again
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| I will find you
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| I will find you |