Spiral
the memories speak senda s song
Even though the walls of our house
have fallen and leaves carpet our floor,
you insist that I stay.
You insist that I stay.
You forced my image onto every wall
and my words are etched
on every rotting board.
On every, on every rotting board.
Your laced fingers are steel bars.
And your doting mind is a ball and chain.
Youâre stuck here in this lonely place
please donât force me to stay here with you.
Donât force me. Please donât force me.
Your quiet contemplation causes only pain.
And your obsessive recollection serves no end.
So lock away my memory and set us both free.
You are free to go on living, just let me go.