The tale grows longer every year
To talk, to walk among last year's ghosts
The faceless faces, oh, the lines that tell of
Sweet bitter places
Sands of time veil across my eyes
Today is yestermore, never
Words of the past fill the mouth to bend
Your ear forever
To talk, to walk among last year's ghosts
The faceless faces, oh, the lines that tell of
Sweet bitter places
Sands of time veil across my eyes
Today is yestermore, never
Words of the past fill the mouth to bend
Your ear forever