The Way of Memories ft. Dillon Chase & Ufo Funk Band Lyrics

This was the hardest song for me to write ‘cause

When I try to respond to You–man

I’d rather just sit, stay quiet

I don’t really know what to say

Something simple perhaps, like

“I love you”

But I know in actuality

So much time wasted running from you

Blind to the after, it really does matter

‘Cause I keep disobeying you, man, I’m hatin’ you

Been trapped in this darkness a tad long

Dang, this is not meant to be another sad song

‘Cause honestly I’m tired of that – my whole life

Been wrapped around where the violence at, man where the silence at?

Point is you still loved me when it was never clear

That You were there, and I ain’t have the will to shed a tear

‘Cause my pain was too deep

For me to keep on living

Without purpose, there’s more to this

It’s not just aimless drudgery

So often, I just wanna end it all

I don’t remember true peace

Your truth about life and death

My God, it’s what’s saving me

I'm walking up to the Atlantic

Sand sandwich

Between my toes standing

At the end of an ocean vantage point

Perspective granted, reprimanded

As I open up a 16 oz bottle

And try to get the contents

Of the entire ocean swallowed

Inside these 16 ounces

That's a picture of obsolete thousands

Songs and responses

That try to conquer the knowledge

Of God who adopts us

I can't fit a tenth of a percent

Of the depth in redemptive gifts you give

So generous we live

'Cause you love

And regenerate us with

What you've done

Your Spirit poured out like sweet perfume

On heathen lewd

People you free to use

My God

Every human act of love

Is a dim reflection of the Master's love

I can't get passed the flood

Of your faithfulness that capsules us

I'm separated from creation

Embraced by the creator, amen

Never jaded by the hatred

Love-laced, my mistakes—savior

The light, the dark – my apathy

I’m so glad there’s more to me

Than just a lifeless ragdoll, enslaved in destiny

‘Cause you become what you believe

This is what you’ve taught me, that you love me

That theology deems my mentality

And there’s a second half to the story

How amazing, I’m becoming best friends with Beauty

I can’t wait to rule with you

To chill with you

To lean my weary head against you

To embrace you

To talk to you, face to face

Streets of gold as I walk with you

Ya kissin’ my forehead; I belong to you

Crying the tears of relief and gratitude

Until that time, I fight for you

I need to remember to

Escape the memories and bear substitute

I want to love you

I choose to love you

Folly is our second umbilical cord

Our first breath out of the womb

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

Ashamed, we deny

Reality is a lie

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

The universe reacts

To rebellion, it incurs pain

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

And our reply is animosity and loathing

Hatred for our condition, our brothers, ourselves

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

The hatred of existence hardens into banality

Menial drudgery – desolation consumes us

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

In the snares of staleness, we crave rapture

And we submit to addiction

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

A gateway drug to a more potent affliction

Depression

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

Beauty's retaliation to our depravity is to reveal a glimpse of Himself

A second time

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

I hope desire ensues

That you're overcome with longing for true beauty

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

Simple yearning won't satisfy; so our correct response should be

To commune with Beauty: with both it and those it occupies

Yet you can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

Beauty, Gratitude's what I have for you

Yet I can escape at any time, there’s one death and one life

And the journey of Love is the second half of the story

Rain has fallen all the day

O come among the laden trees

The leaves lie thick upon the way

Of memories

Staying a little by the way

Of memories shall we depart

Come, my beloved, where I may

Speak to—speak to your heart