Selective Memories

Little things of zero use or truth emerge To try and smash my dreams I found through smoke and mirrors And lies I told myself so I'd believe the end is near and also pray that I am wrong Cos the years go by and piece by piece The cycles rise and fall just like before Just like they always do when peace and change of mind turn into war And so, when all else fails In love, we stand You'll judge me when I fall And fall I shall So, round and round we go along the same old curves The same dead horse The same old tricks to force ourselves on further along Harder and faster and more through hate to paradise Cos the days go by and piece by piece A time to know as now becomes the past And so, before I forget Selective memories, Please come back to me As the years go by and piece by piece It all falls into place just like it always will In love you'll stand to judge me when I fall