The Sound

Embers of memories, of the flame, that is past
The way that the drapes cling to the clasps
Of the essence of all that rises and falls is the sound
Melody still lingers long after the song
The way that the ground takes claim above
Of the essence of all above and below ground is the sound
Well I used to think that life was just an accident
Happened once and then broke, never, ever to happen again
Like a dream or a trance, until I heard the sound
Until I heard the sound
Embers of memories, of the flame, that is past
The way that the drink cling to the cask
Oh the essence of all that collapses or crawls is the sound
I used to think that life was just an accident
Happened once and then broke, never, ever to happen again
Like a dream or a trance, until I heard the sound
Well I used to think that life was just an accident
Happened once and then broke, never, ever to happen again
Like a dream or a trance, until I heard the sound
Until I heard the sound