Monday, May 14, 2012

that song


You associate with everything you hear
The sound, the way it made you feel that somber year
That song it redefined the seasons
And now it's all we have to hang our keys on.
That song.

You clean your memories, the ones you don't want
You'll never get over the sound of the song
when you're all alone.
You ride along, the song comes on the radio
You never get over the sound of the song when you're all alone.

You played it loud so everyone could hear.
I whispered what I thought the words were in your ear
That song was written for a reason.
And now it's all we have to hang our keys on.
That song.


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