Dust of moss
And the taste of loss
A grey cold storm
Birds in swirls up there

One last chime
Echoes lost in time
Visions like waves
Float around the nave

Tears gonna dry in the sun
Scars will heal on their own
Memories will be tattoos on your soul
Years will give back what they stole

Dry away

Crack a grin
Pink sun warms your skin
Riding a train
Right down memory lane

Tears gonna dry in the sun
Scars will heal on their own
Memories will be tattoos on your soul
Years will give back what they stole