Lightning In A Twilight Hour

The Memory Museum

Album: The Memory Museum [2014]
Author: Robert James Wratten © Elefant Publishing

Torn between

Trying to out run the past

With its habit of having the last laugh

And the things

I’ve no wish to forget

Which leave a need that can’t be met

Being present is so hard

When more and more

Our memories are what we are

 

Feeling lost

And knowing I won’t be found

The bittersweet taste of old ground

It’s always here

Yet the past is always gone

And I’m nearly always on the run

On the run

 

Nothing’s gained

By dwelling on what did not last

But it’s so easy to fall for temptation

And the spirit may

Seem to roam so wild and free

But it’s a freedom seen from a prison

Looking back on what’s been and gone

Despite your reflection

You feel no different to that person

 

Feeling lost

And knowing I won’t be found

The bittersweet taste of old ground

It’s always here

Yet the past is always gone

And I’m nearly always on the run

On the run

 

It’s always here

Yet the past is always gone

And I’m nearly always on the run

On the run

 

In the end

Don’t you have to tell yourself

How there’s nothing for you there?

In the end

Shouldn’t you at least try to

Only ever look ahead?

Look ahead