Cold Hideaways

Echoes of the past remain
And free me from the present's pain
Specks of memories made out of light
Become the chains I drag
Through the night

And I cannot control my thoughts
The scent of jasmine is stuck in my head
I'm about to go down
Memory lane again

I escape from reality
To dwell in my precious memories
This dark nostalgia
Wearies me every day
In my cold hideaways

Visions of warm sunlight
The songs we wrote on old days
Laughter spreading far and wide
Children dreaming awake

And I cannot control my thoughts
The scent of jasmine is stuck in my head
Oh, here I go down
Memory lane again

I escape from reality
To dwell in my precious memories
This dark nostalgia
Wearies me every day
In my cold hideaways

When the meadows wither
All the other flowers turn to grey
Still, your sweet scent remains
Forever guiding me on my way

I escape from reality
To dwell in my precious memories
This dark nostalgia
Wearies me every day
In my cold hideaways



Credits
Writer(s): Rafael Fernandes
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