Trip Tape, Vol. 6

When I line my silver plate
And beg the lord my soul to take
I'll spring clean inside my mind
Dispose what I should leave behind
If it's true what they say
That it will forever be this way
Then why when I observe the sky
Do all the clouds still pass me by
Some bring rain and some the snow
It'll start to melt I hope
We cope with faded memories
Of crossing creeks and climbing trees
Branches reach the powder blue
I swear I'll never let go of you
Who root me to a solid ground
Recover my soul from the lost and found
We'll clean the slate, begin again
Follow the path to the end
Take in all there is to see
Scream elated Golly gee
It's always hard putting in to words
The things that border on absurd
Like thinking thoughts, connecting dots
Remembering things that we forgot
If time is such a fleeting thing
Some may call it poisoning
Then why when I look in your eyes
Do all the clocks seem tantalized
Their hands reach out and try to grab
The freezing quality you have
They only wish that they could be
Something in between you and me
But we refuse, we decline
To let the moment pass us by
We'll plant our feet and hold our ground
They can never stop us now
We've come too far to let it go
We clung to pain, now cling to hope
The rope removed from around our necks
We hit record and direct
A symphony of elegies
For fading scars entirely
The memories we'd like to keep
Will be held indefinitely
We've come too far to let it go
We clung to pain, now cling to hope
We've come too far to let it go
We clung to pain, now cling to hope



Credits
Writer(s): John Millhorn
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