Postures of a Dream - Pt. 5 Crooks of Necks Lyrics

Memories you are new to me

Each footstep that's passed can be

Felt in the dust now

Memories you are

Now undressed

Each curve that weaves

From rips to crook of neck

The unsung have their

15 minutes of fame

Why settle for less

and bellow the refrain

Strangers you are

Yet still ready at my side

A small circle we are

Yet in the know

No pains do I feel

Just convention eating away at me

My postures are postures of some

Asking questions for some, comes last

But you're a like mind in that you

Think differently

Filled me up

Mouth wide open

Hanging on the words that jump

From your lips

Stood at the street

Thinking to lug twice my weight

Both us know this doesn't

Make any sense

I stop and pride can be

Happily lit with a flame

All this lowering of my head

Now rests in the crook of your neck

These shoulders feel to

remember the weight

What can't be fixed can be

Nursed today

Memory you're only, behind me