“Memories,” he sighed, you can be in the present, but they’ll drag you to the past,
A time where everything else is frozen, but the emotion… it’s alive… it does last.
From pillar to post, you can run all you want, but you just can’t escape
Memories can hit you anytime, they can take any shape.
He was tired of running, tired of it all,
It was time for it to stop, it was time to fall.
That’s all he had, that’s all he had to say,
This time he would let go… he would no longer stay.