There was a little garden behind my childhood home,
a safe place, an enchanted world of it's own,
it was a sacred site, I buried a treasure there,
but I can't remember what and where.
The first time I heard that song I was all alone,
a stranger spoke to me I'd always known,
this music is my true companion for many years,
but I can't remember what once made me blink back tears.
Wish I could remember the first time I saw your face,
but that memory is just the center of a tangling maze,
I remember it's alleys, I walk them every now and then,
I circle it's center again and again.
Memories are like a canvas, over-painted many times,
like a line of poetry, twisted and bended until it rhymes,
they feel real, but they're just a state of mind,
the past hides a truth you'll never find.