Tattered bits of paper tied with tattered bits of string, faded ink once washed with perfume, words that eloquently sing, the sweetest, softest moments like scattering silk ribbons and we commit those crimes to paper; a testament of time, fatal words keep on failing, fail to scan and strain to rhyme, proverbial eleventh hour, the slowing down of time, the sweetest, softest moments like scattering silk ribbons and we commit those crimes to paper; a testament of time, one day they will tear this whole place down and this lingering ache will finally fade, maybe I can put “love-letters down”, “love let us down”, and maybe I can bring myself around, tattered strands of memories, hazy words that slowly pale, birthday smiles and secret kisses, Catclough never seemed to fail, the sweetest, softest moments, like scattering silk ribbons and we commit those crimes to paper; a testament of time.
© 1997 Lyrics by N.Thomas. All rights reserved.