WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Seabear: Hands Remember

HANDS REMEMBER

Do you remember what things looked like when you were young? The voice of an old friend,or the notes to your first song, it’s been a while now, since you asked me to be your cat, your dog, your owl or bumblebee. Lately I’ve been feeling, like the days gonna come, you’ll walk up to me, and erase my memory. Can’t wait to feel brand new, I cant wait to meet you again, friend, I think I must have known you, in another life, I think our rocking chairs, used to rock together all night. With pictures of owls, all over the walls, tiny ships in bottles, they won’t sail too far out

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