Dust of moss
And the taste of loss
A gray cold storm
Birds in swirls up there
One last chime

Echoes lost in time
Visions like waves
Float around the nave
Tears gonna dry in the Sun
Scars will heal on their own

Memories will be tattoos on your soul
Years will give back what they stole

Dry away
Crack a grin
Pink Sun warms your skin
Riding a train

Right down memory lane
Tears gonna dry in the Sun
Scars will heal on their own
Memories will be tattoos on your soul
Years will give back what they stole