Manatee, a Smile for Me?

The blanketed arc of seas.

An Ounce of Truth.

I've been listening to a loop of songs that evokes sighs. A surge of emotions sweeps across before imploding into little fragments.

Why is it so difficult for me to walk away from You?

Lips have been pursed and scorn dripped with disdain. Much has been opined on what must be done. They say I should get a new mobile number, change my MSN account & email and in essence, block off all access between us.

In this digital age, communication can be crippled at a click.

It's simple, isn't it? Mouse over "delete" (or other synonyms to this effect) and pronto, out of sight, out of mind.

Admittedly, I lack the kind of courage that is scarcely akin to that of warriors battling.

I'm afraid.

There, I've said it.

I'm afraid to lose You.

Excuse me while I qualify that statement...

I'm afraid to lose the memories attached to you like little Post-it Notes flapping periodically. I'm afraid that the lack of visual aids (viz-a-viz the likes of MSN, Facebook, etc.) will render you to be nothing but a boxed-up yesterday. Such tangibles remind me that you exist, thus offering a reassurance of slight that we share a blanket of stars and are looking on the same side of the moon. Like an old friend, it offers solace to know feel that You're somehow here with me although You're really there.

I don't suppose I'm making much sense to the level-headed individual.

What has transcended is an emotional dependency.

You've become my comfort and shelter, a safety-stop of sorts, if You'd please. Whenever I'm struck with not knowing what to do or whom to turn to, I'd somehow find myself running to You. You'd hide me from the ways of the world with your reassuring words. All fears would be alleviated and troubles would ebb in trickling waves.

If I should cease to hold you in my mind at random will, I'd stand to lose the pillar that defines my very being . Yes, You define Me.

To reject the notion of You would be vacating that spot to a capricious vaccuum with boots that none can quite fill.

Oh well.

一，二，三。。。

( Note : Forgive the malapropisms in　my Mandarin. )

此时此刻，我不知所措。

明明已告别而去，为何今天竟然会出现了预料不到的奇迹？

心事重重的我远离着荧光幕，因为我知道在那个时段，你会出现。

始终脱离不了的挣扎， 就让今天结束吧。我含着泪，吞下着苦涩滋味。 哪知道，苍天戏弄了我。可是，我一点都不觉得好笑。

原本该盘旋在空中的你，不料当中计划受到了挫折 －－ 你被延误了。

藕断丝连蝉联着当你出现在我眼前。

你的一举一动，仿佛告别了昨天呈现的失望。许多问题不断地敲在我的脑海中，但始终无法把答案找出来．

许多的＂为什么？＂句号的回应只是一片沉静。　第一页的剧本已被翻开了。　　

时间到了，你也再度告别，走向您所梦想的道路。　我问自己，“这是一个等待的讯号吗？”　握住掌心，我下定决心　：　绝对不可后退。眼前的路还很长，我要把你的影子抛在脑后。

时钟的手挥别了一秒，一分的回忆。

忽然，讯息来了。你写了一份好长，好长的感言。

眼睫毛傻乎乎地眨着，这是今晚第二个笑话。我苦笑着，这是上天所安排的计划吗？就这样把我一片，一丝地摧毁吗？

然而，你再度向我告别，冲上云霄。　

为了避开第三度的“意外”，　我连忙走向家的客厅，顺手捡了一份报纸。　当我翻开了第一页，我似乎无法相信摆在眼前的事实。　在文字当中，所拨夺我的注意力，竟然是少爷的娘亲！老天果然很慷慨地赐给了我第三份礼物！

如今，夜深人静。

昨天的歌还温馨地重复着：　
"我在一公里之外的世界,
一辈子回不了的原点.
我这才发现你离我有多么远。"

为什么走了再回头？ 为什么说了再见却还握住了手？为什么把我摧毁了，却又伸出了手？

昨天，我哭了。

今天，我却笑了。

最大的笑话是我吧！哈哈！

Counting Sheep.

It's now 7.16 AM.

I dozed off earlier.

But I'm wide awake now.

And I can't sleep.

Why?

So Near, Yet So Far.

"我在一公尺之外的世界
一辈子回不了的原点
我这才发现你离我有多么远"

虽然住缩在视线内，但我俩的距离越来越遥远。
今晚，沉默掩盖着心里的感慨。
就这样，三年从此化为乌有吗？
很不愿意放弃是因为曾经掌握着所追求的一切。
我想，我早已不在你的世界内。
那么，你又为何一再而三地回头？
期望越高，失望的滋味越苦。
每一次你掉头而跑，只让我心里的创伤越来越深。
但这个傻瓜还是自言“你回来，那就好了”
今天，我终于了解，三年前的美好回忆不能再重演。
虽然你一直不断地与我联络， 鼓励我，安慰我，为我加油，
我永远不是也不可能做你的第一。

一公尺

餐桌两边黑咖啡冒着烟
曲折翻腾的弧线模糊了双眼
你习惯没变手指头敲打着玻璃杯
一整夜不曾看我一眼

那条项炼软弱摊在眼前
亲手系上的思念被你放了线
空荡的胸前是他准备要接手的世界
专程来告别连再见都心不在焉

你在一公尺不到的面前
手拼命挥还是往下坠
眼神那么绝冻结一切不让我挽回

我在一公尺之外的世界
一辈子回不了的原点
我这才发现你离我有多么远

餐桌两边没交集的情节
看着你度日如年等我说再见
你神情没变把距离扩大的好遥远
一公尺就好像一万个光年

你在一公尺不到的面前
手拼命挥还是往下坠
眼神那么绝冻结一切不让我挽回

我在一公尺之外的世界
一辈子回不了的原点
我这才发现你离我有多么远

你在一公尺不到的面前
手拼命挥还是往下坠
眼神那么绝冻结一切不让我挽回

我在一公尺之外的世界
一辈子回不了的原点
我这才发现你离我有多么远
我只有成全让你离开我身边

This Year.

You remembered.

Me.

Thank You. =)

Degustation Abomination.

There I was, struggling to stitch words along the Huh fringe (denoted in red).
Pan Fried Japanese King Scallops with a Salsify and Cod Brandade, Served with Confit of Beetroot and Sauce Pistou

Korobuta Black Pork Loin with puree from Haricot Beans, Roasted Sweet Bell Peppers, Chorizo and Picholine Olive SugoAlex was certainly of great help with the following -
"pot of broth"
"stew of bean"
"eye of newt"
"tongue of rat"
"chopped up ex-fish"
"braised former pig"
"once-upon-a-cow sliced thinly and boiled with sauce with tiny dip of mayonnaise"
"thin strips of dough fried in oil with grated carrot bits and cheap canned peas" (which he promptly declared to be the affable Kuay Tiao)
As it turns out, a Chorizo is fundamentally a sausage. I'm sure the particularly charming visual aid from Wikipedia will leave an indelible imprint in your mind.

How exciting.

Well, prepped with my newfound knowledge, at least I won't fumble mucho at Degustation Aplomb tomorrow! =)

"You", I Love Loved.

You.

An abitrary concept.

Lacking in tangible strains, one strives to put together what the logical mind seeks.

The amygdala, however, is rather happy to spew sporadic temperaments, effecting the indvidual as such.

At this point of intersection, one can draw no parallel between Now and Then, for the oscillation of the pendulum is far too erratic.

Thus, one remains wishing, hoping, waiting. The continuous struggle to stay afloat.

And one day,

maybe, just maybe,

one will release the clutch and embrace the depths of the ocean while the log is free to drift along towards the horizon.

"It's not that I won't miss
But I will have to leave one day.
And when I'm gone,
I don't want you to be sad. " -- [ what You said ]

they may say I'm holding onto something from the past
Coz they know that nothing in this life will ever last.

I've been running down the mountain side alone
I've been stuck out in the rain and in the cold
I've been going down lonely streets
I've been climbing up the mountain

these days and these moments have passed
then we're gone

[ Binocular - You ]

A Couple of Mouthfuls With Leon, Jen, Des, Diana, Ting & Me.

= The Beefball Pack =

Caught on telly for wolfing a tad too many beefballs.

Ting, Diana & I asserted our innocence.
"It's all Desmond's fault!" we cried.

The papers didn't buy our story.
Naturally.

*Chuckle*

Michelle Obama is Master of the TV Remote

Everyone knows that whoever is in command of the remote control really does run the entire household - and the same seems to be true of the Obama family.

By Charlotte Bailey
Last Updated: 12:55AM GMT 12 Nov 2008

Michelle Obama: Sitting beside her husband on election night, holding the remote control

This role has traditionally been assigned to the male of the house, as if he were the natural leader of the family, and its entertainment.
But despite Barack Obama being elected as leader of the free world, his wife clearly rules the roost in the Obama household.

Shown sitting beside her husband on election night, he sits relaxed in his shirt sleeves, while it is Michelle who has the remote in her hand.

Further evidence of the balance of power that we can expect to witness in the Obama family was also seen when the couple visited Washington.

While Mr Obama stayed behind in the White House chit chatting with lame-duck President George W Bush, Michelle Obama wasted no time in setting off to visit local schools.

It was also recently reported that Mrs Obama is fearsomely well-organised, always carrying two BlackBerrys with her - one for her work, and one for the campaign. She has kept her job, albeit now part-time, as Vice President for Community and External Affairs at the University of Chicago Hospitals.

In addition to this, she will look after her daughters while her husband is on the road.

While Mrs Obama insists she would have no policy role in the White House, it is clear that she is unlikely to be a figure who fades away in the background over the coming months.

[ Source : Telegraph ]

Catch Me If You Can Will.

"I will walk on water
And You will catch me when I fall."

How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
Water's getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head

If I could just see you
Everything would be all right
If I'd see you
This darkness would turn to light

And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
I know everything will be all right
I know everything is all right

I know you didn't bring me out here to drown
So why am I ten feet under and upside down?
Barely surviving has become my purpose
I'm so used to living underneath the surface.

[ Lifehouse - Storm ]

This Year.

Will You remember?

Me.

" You know I'm hoping you'll sing along
Though it's not your favourite song. "

"Yes, We Can!" -- Obama's Victory Speech

2008.11.05 • 07:02 GMT • BBC

Democrat Barack Obama has become the first African-American to win the White House. Here are his remarks as prepared for delivery to a huge crowd in his home city of Chicago:

CHANGE HAS COME

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.

PARTNERS IN THE JOURNEY

I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.

I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice-President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House.

And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.

VICTORY FOR THE PEOPLE

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.

It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to this cause.

It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organised, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth.

This is your victory.

THE TASK AHEAD

I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.

Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.

There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.

REMAKING THE NATION

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree.

And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for 221 years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

ONE NATION, ONE PEOPLE

What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.

Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity.

Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours: "We are not enemies, but friends… though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection."

And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your president too.

AMERICA IN THE WORLD

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.

To those who would tear this world down - we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you.

And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.

For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

A HISTORY OF STRUGGLE

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the colour of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbour and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome". Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.

THIS IS OUR MOMENT

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, We Can.

Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.

While The World Waits With Bated Breath...

"Let The Issues Be The Issue."
Tor Myhren, Chief Creative Officer at Grey Group, New York

In the final hours, I do hope THAT ONE wins.

( For a quick recap, read 25 Turning Points of the Race. )

I Smiled Today......You. =)

"You know I'm hoping You'll sing along
Though it's not Your favourite song."

I was made the wrong way
Won’t you do me the right way?
Where are you gonna be tonight?
Cause I won’t stay too long

Maybe you’re the life of me
When you talk to me, it strikes me
Won’t somebody help me?
Cause I don’t feel too strong

Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I did?
Or the combination of both that did me in?

You know I’m hoping you’ll sing along
Though it’s not your favorite song
Don’t want to be there when there’s nothing left to say
You know that some of us spin again
And when you do, you need a friend
Don’t want to be there when there’s nothing left for me
And I hate the thought of finally being erased
But baby, that’s the best of me

Everything’s behind you
But the hopeless signs beside you
I’m living in the moment
Have I wasted all your time?

[ Daniel Powter - Best of Me ]

Are You A Neo-Con?

Given that my results show a precarious balance between Liberal and Neo-conservative, it would be safe to place me on the scale of Centrist, because really, I do not endorse either ideology wholly.

= TAKE THE QUIZ =

• Centrist – Just what it sounds like. Someone who doesn’t have any particularly strong ideological leanings in any direction.
• Conservative – Specifically a "fusionist" conservative of the National Review - Heritage Foundation mold. Someone who believes in traditional morality and capitalism, and the need for a limited government to allow both to flourish.
• Left-libertarian – The quiz uses a mild definition of a left-libertarian, an anti-statist who is somewhat fearful of corporate and religious influence on public life.
• Liberal – Supports economic regulation to promote social justice and takes a progressive stance toward moral or cultural issues.
• Libertarian – A libertarian opposes most or all government activites. Does not favor much or any government support for either moral or economic systems.
• Neoconservative – A "neocon" is more inclined than other conservatives toward vigorous government in the service of the goals of traditional morality and pro-business policies. Tends to favor a very strong foreign policy of America as well.
• Paleoconservative – "Paleocons" want less US involvement in foeign affairs than other conservatives and oppose mass immigration. They are also more favorably disposed toward the South and the idea of secession, or at least decentralization, than neoconservatives.
• Paleo-libertarian – Similar to other libertarians except for oppostion to mass immigration, and shares the paleocon appreciation of the South.
• Radical – Critical of bouregois morality and strongly opposed to capitalism and willing to use state power to achieve desired ends.
• Third-way – More supportive of foreign intervention than liberals and less supportive of economic regulation, coupled with more-or-less progressive social views. "Third-way" is to liberal what neoconservative is to conservative.

2005 - 2008

Remember 2005?
You entered my life.

We spent much time getting to know each other on our machine.
You, with yours and me, just me glued to my screen.

Hello, stranger. How do You do?
Yet, a stranger you weren't. A face I knew.

You smiled and laughed. My eyes twinkled in tune.
It got to be better than I had assumed.

"Don't go. Wait for me," You'd tease.
"Yes," I winked "If only You'd say please!"

The hand on the glass, a promise to seal.
Time went by, against my reluctant will.

Are You Happy? Have I made You Happy?
A question I'd never expected. Really.

"Dear God,"I prayed. "I love this man.
But it's all too late. Is this Your plan?"

A fine thin line stood divisive
A decision that could be derisive.

A heavy heart I lugged that night.
To tell You the truth, to do what's right.

Your face, Your words etched in my head.
I'll never forget the things You'd said.

Along the sidewalk, we tarried and talked.
Words gave way to silence and darkness soon mocked.

I'll walk You. No, I will. I'll walk with You. All right, if You will.
Your step with mine, each moment surreal.

You said goodbye. We waved. I cried.
I watched as you hung your head by the roadside.

What have I done? What sin have I?
I only did but love the wrong guy.

It came and passed. We both knew well.
I'll soon forget. Yes, I shall.

Each day anew, trickles unbroken.
Yet my lips were sealed, my pain unspoken.

"Dear God, "I cried. "What drives this pain?"
I tried to forget all but in vain.

The Gift you gave, the Time we spent.
The look in Your eyes, I knew what You meant.

"Thanks," was all that I could say.
When You came closer, I moved away.

The dilemma presented was soon erased.
When I disappeared without a trace.

A day. A week. A month. They passed.
The role of the spectator was an arduous task.

How are You? Where are You now?
Through my head, these questions would clang and plough.

"Dear God,"I begged. "Help me through."
And then one day, it came out of the blue.

A message received, from none other but You.
A year had passed but my love only grew.

Your face. Your smile. Your grin. Your name.
Everything about You but You was the same.

It's come to pass, I'd tell myself.
To place the finished book on the shelf.

Yet, here I am. Three years have passed.
A thousand days of dawn and dusk.

For some reason, I'm still around.
At this spot, without a sound.

In foolish hope, I sit and wait.
It's still early - only 2008.

Waking Up. Why?

This is what today looks like.

5.33 am : Logged off the computer.

6.20 am: Tried to sleep.

7.18 am: Glanced at alarm clock. Closed my eyes again.

11.34 am: Woke up with a startle. The clock read 11.34am. Threw the covers on.

12.48pm : Eyes fluttered open. Was it evening? No, 12.48pm

1.02pm : Logged onto computer. Microwaved macaroni with cheese.

1.07pm : Glued to Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Obama, Huffington Post, International Herald Tribune, Sarah Silverman, Jimmy Kimmel, McCain, Sarah Palin, Bill Clinton, Saks Fifth Avenue, SNL, Tina Fey, Conan O'Brien, David Letterman, Facebook, Blogger.

6.46pm : Still on Blogger. Apparently. Duh. Wrote a song earlier, somewhat inspired by a detached notion of distance.

Well, it's 6.47pm now.

I think I'll stay in for the day. Again.

I've been holing myself up at home since Monday.

And I don't know why.

Did You? Have You? Were You? Are You? Do You know? What if? Should I? You did. Happy, ah yes, Happy. Still? Were we? Will we? Is there? Am I? Will You? Why did..? Can I? Must we?

= sigh =

I Wrote A Song Today.

I haven't written a song for many, many years.
Today, a tune popped in my head and in about ten minutes, a song was born. Surprisingly, the tune's infused with rock. Think Bon Jovi.
It isn't as good as I'd like it to be but it's something to call my own, anyway. ( Note : Writing poems is MUCH easier! )

What prompted me to write this song?

You.

You're everything I'd wanted to be.
And everything that I can never be.

Yes, it's You.

Remember ©Mich
Remember when You said
Things aren't the way they're made
We had fun in the sun
Before long, the day's done

Remember when You said
That I can rest in Your shade
Onto these words I clung
Till the broken notes were sung.

Chorus:
I remember, I remember
Every little thing You said
I remember, I remember
These memories don't fade.

Bridge:
And all the things that You have done
The love that's lost, the voice of none.
These pasted memories across the wall
And now I know, (now I know)
They mean nothing to you at all.