Stories of Old

Took a walk by your house but it's not the same
These days
Stood out in the rain thinking will I ever see you again?
I pray
Every season passes me by and I cannot understand
Why your every door is closed to me, when the front's wide open?

There's a place in my mind I'm trying to orchestrate
A painting depicting the physical landscape
'Cause I've stopped dreaming of the times when my heart felt something

Break into my mind
Make me see straight
Show me meaning beyond this state

There's a place in my mind I'm trying to orchestrate
A painting depicting the physical landscape
Especially now, I don't know how I got this way

Grasp my hand
Whisper me those
Stories of old

Driving out of this town caused some doubts they said
Hearts fade
Awoke to the past searching for something I couldn't yet face
I wait

There's a place in my mind I'm trying to orchestrate
A painting depicting the physical landscape
Especially now, I don't know how I got this way

Grasp my hand
Whisper me those
Stories of old



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