Some of them are changing day to day Some of them flicker then they fade Some of them get triggered off by any crazy thing
Some of them are all thats left Some of them are just dead regrets Some of them are shining out through everything I see
Some of them are brittle, some are sad. Some of them are aching, some are glad. Some of them were gone so long they're hard to recognise.
Stand close To the long parade Watch them passing by In their million ways Walk on Through the evergreens Pass from scene to scene Through all these yesterdays
Some of them live in photographs Some of them still give me a laugh Some og them I've altered slowly as they're changing me.