these songs from the attic are so automatic, swimming around in my head
some of them tragic some just nostalgic for you and i asleep in my bed
some are just fantasy and some are like enemies that come around and make me feel sad
some are just memories and some are like friends you see that come around when i'm doing bad
this is the part that keeps breaking my heart you'll never know what they mean
i capture it all every time that i fall with string and wood and metal machines
I can remember the month of november and empire that fell to the ground
it grabbed me and rattled me but no one can ever see i sing it when there's no
one around
and sometimes in dreams i see beautiful scenes of memories burned in my
mind
but then i awake to find those days are far behind and sadness breathes in
4/4 time
this is the part that keeps breaking my heart you'll never hear how they rhyme
you'll never know how they feel how they go though i sing them to you all of the
time
these songs from the attic are yours
these songs from the attic are yours
Forever