from salt and pepper photographs
sprinkled on strange brick walls
my memories make up their own memories
filling the quiet of the never spoken
with familiar music
I watch my feet remember the rhythm
I feel my lips hum the tune
I sing along
from salt and pepper photographs
sprinkled on strange brick walls
my memories make up their own memories
filling the quiet of the never spoken
with familiar music
I watch my feet remember the rhythm
I feel my lips hum the tune
I sing along