Analog Echoes

There's hope in the ache
I cling to as I say
That I don't have a doubt about you
We see the olden days
Through rose-colored frames
But I don't have a doubt about you

Memories exist in my mind
I cling to them like a child
It's getting hard to keep up with their pace
Memories repeat in my mind
They're getting sweeter with time
They're getting sweeter with each passing day

There's hope in the ache
I cling to as I say
That I don't have a doubt about you
We see the olden days
Through rose-colored frames
But I don't have a doubt about you

Bit by the ache
By the ache
By the ache
By the ache
By the ache
Bit by the backstory
Backsliding toward me
(By the ache)
Is an echo off a stone wall, the ghosts
(By the ache)
Of strangers with familiar faces
Can't place where you've seen them before
But they remind you of home (By the ache)
Bit by the backstory
Backsliding toward me (By the ache)
Is an echo off a stone wall, the ghosts
(By the ache)
Of strangers with familiar faces
Can't place where you've seen them before
But they remind you of home



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Lane
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