The Attic Of My Heart

An image of you quickly passing by
Missed like a fleeting train
Then your whisper slowly fades away
Until it starts again

These days move fast
When you're walking on the wrong side of those tracks again

If only you could disappear
To the attic of my heart
An old relic filled with ants and dust
And dog-eared photographs

These days move fast
When you're walking on the wrong side of those tracks again

Well I was passed out in the cold, dark
Basements of our youth
While the music carried on
And in the smoke-filled air, it seems
A projection on the wall
Predicted everything

These days move faster, faster, faster, faster still
When you're walking on the wrong side of
Those tracks again



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hanna
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