Memoirs Lyrics

The world was constructed, I once believed

With simple logic and paths foreseen

But when those traditions fail to lead

I often grow weary of things routine

Someone more wise, once said to me

Forget what you see, hear, or read

For there's a world only you can see

Pure introspection will set you free

Now, I am sure there must be that

That's not yet snatched by brass or cash

Be it invention or creative act

With aversion to conform intact

So I break bread with this new designer.

Be my muse, subliminal ghostwriter

For memoirs of insane delivery drivers

And ballads of anti-ballad songwriters

I'd ignored signs for far too long

The ethos was speaking to me in song

I was meant to follow along her melody

I believe it is my destiny

I dream one day I'll find the spring

Of clear fresh waters, I'll take my drink

It's there the sparrows unfurl their wings

From distant depths we can hear them sing

And I break bread with this new designer

Be my muse, subliminal ghostwriter

For memoirs of insane delivery drivers

And ballads of anti-ballad songwriters

I've worn my soul, I've blistered feet

And I think she's placed some faith in me

No matter what the reaction may be

I'll look to others compassionately

Goodbye little sparrow, you've outgrown our care so

Take to the skies and conquer your fears

Fly little sparrow, soar like an arrow

I can't help to be sad though, for it's less you'll be here

Know little sparrow, this home is where you

Always have shelter to return through the years

But try little sparrow to cast a wide shadow

So you'll feel less sorrow when that shadow disappears