There was a ragged garden behind my childhood home,
an enchanted place, a little 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 a 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.

Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Violin & Viola, Cymbals.

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.

(Last Update: 27.9.2017)

[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2017]

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