Lyrics
I remember the bulwark, the southern sun
I recall the protective barrier, the warmth of the southern sun
The sky we owned from the rooftops
The expansive sky that belonged to us atop the rooftops
And your smile
The memory of your smile
I remember the fish market, the sandy roads
I reminisce about the fish market, the sandy paths
Drift nuts in the harbor
Nuts drifting in the harbor, a sensory recollection
And your eyes
The image of your eyes imprinted in my mind
Invisible stains of the heart carry me home
Invisible emotional wounds guide me back home
It's now that I have lost all what I had
Now, having lost everything, I value it dearly
That I care for it
I care for what I've lost
I remember the last embrace, the shirt you wore
Recollection of the final embrace, the shirt you wore
The feeling of loosing war (easy)
Sensing the feeling of losing a battle, perhaps an easy one
I remember hidden bruises, the rag and bones
Memory of concealed injuries, the discarded and broken
The red wall maze, the snake charmer
The complex path with a red wall, a metaphorical maze
That would gaze at these lies
A snake charmer confronting lies and illusions
Invisible stains of the heart will carry you home
Invisible emotional scars will guide you home
No matter how far I think I have walked
No matter how far I believe I've traveled
There is always a room for your bones
There is always space for your essence
Invisible stains of the heart will carry you home
Invisible emotional wounds will guide you home
In each of my walks I am holding
In each journey, I hold onto the memory of your touch
The ghost of your hand
The ethereal presence of your hand accompanies me
I remember
I remember the gentle southern breeze
Southern breeze (easy)
A recollection of a comforting southern wind
I remember
I remember, an echo of the previous sentiment
Invisible stains of the heart will carry you home
Invisible emotional wounds will guide you home
In each of my walks I am holding
In each journey, I hold onto the memory of your touch
The ghost of your hand
The ethereal presence of your hand accompanies me
Invisible stains of the heart will carry you home
Invisible emotional scars will guide you home
It's only when you lose what you own
It's only after losing possession that one truly values it
That you start caring for it
Caring for something intensifies upon its loss
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