Stories we have,
that we tell ourselves
Stories that bend with time
Histories change,
like books on a shelf.
Pages that need a rewrite.
All these words,
all these words
we leave behind
All these thoughts are chased away,
By bottles of wine,
and stories...
Memories fade,
we polish the past
And let all our sorrow rust.
Fill in the blanks,
make up the end
From parts of a book we loved,
once...
All these words,
all these words we leave behind
All these thoughts
are chased away,
By bottles of wine,
and stories...
(ooh x4)
All these words,
all these words we leave behind
All these thoughts
are chased away,
By bottles of wine,
and stories...
(ooh x4)
Stories...
(ooh x3)
Stories...
