SOON

It’s dark at the top of the stairs. Much too quiet.

You light a candle with fingers to lips. I can’t fight.

You’ll find out the hard way. I told you - there’s nothing inside.

I’m black as a shadow. Pale as clouds.

These things I can’t hide.

 

These days don’t mean that much to me.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

Soon all of this will be memories.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

 

I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not dumb.

I lie at your feet with my sins. Turn and run.

You opened the gate. You took it too far. Please listen now.

Can’t shatter my cold past. Made of glass. Can’t bring me around.

 

These days don’t mean that much to me.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

Soon all of this will be memories.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

 

We don’t talk about the years I’ve dreamed away.

I’m so frightened by the words I can not say.

 

These days don’t mean that much to me.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

Soon all of this will be memories.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

 

These days don’t mean that much to me.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

Soon all of this will be memories.

These days don’t mean that much to me.

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Tim Ellis - Acoustic Guitar and Solo

Tiffany Carlson, Lara Michell, Stephanie Schneiderman - BG Vx

Albert Reda - Bass

JVA - Vocals, Drum Programming, Guitar, Keyboards