Until Memories Fade

Pressed down by some ashen ceiling,
Always gives me this horrifying feeling.
I’ll pick myself up, get free of the suffocating dust,
But where do I put all that mistrust?
Drown it in the Dead Sea.

(Chorus)
Maybe I’ll just have to adjust.
Hearing the echoes of my cries,
God knows I try.
And until those memories fade,
I’ll never get rid of this stain.
I’ll just let it fade away…

The treasure chest full of sacred pictures,
Is just a shoebox bursting with ashes.
Cranked open, they prance around me.
Clumping together with the forgotten and found.
Never once touching the ground,
Until I finally break down.

(Chorus)
Maybe I’ll just have to adjust.
Hearing the echoes of my cries,
God knows I try.
And until those memories fade,
I’ll be left in vain. (x2)
And until those memories fade,
I’ll be left in vain.
I’ll never get rid of this stain.
Until memories fade.