Souvenirs Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Am I the fading flower
Forgotten on your chair
Am I the photograph removed from your white walls
And shoved somewhere
Between your books
Or in a box under your bed
Am I
Am I
Am I
Am I nowhere
Well let me tell you dear
You are my own sad set of souvenirs
You're a ticket
An empty lighter
A half-done sketch that I have cleared
Into a drawer
And yes of course
You are photos that I look at from time to time
And know that I
Could no more climb into them
And be with you there
Than I could play Picasso's violins
Or hug the Scream
Or touch the Mona Lisa's hair
Or smell Vincent's fading flowers
Or fall down in his chair