So I hope you’ll keep these memories
In a diary
On the nightstand, by your bed.
A long detailed anthology
Of all the mysteries
Locked away inside your head
Because it looks like I’ll miss this
Another christmas, another birthday, another round.
One more summer, one more season
One more winter without a sound
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don’t look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It’s the story of a 1000 seasons’ past
So now we have all this technology to send apologies
That just swim inside our heads
Our words are bouncing off the satellites
Through the lonely nights
Landing right inside our hands.
The words are not as romantic
As they cross the atlantic
In some virtual cry for help
Spend one more summer, one more season
One more winter by yourself
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don’t look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It’s the story of a 1000 seasons’ past
The words are not as romantic
As they cross the atlantic
In some virtual cry for help
So
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don’t look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It’s the story of a 1000 seasons’ past
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don’t look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It’s the story of a 1000 seasons’ past
