Talking to a Memory
Nostalgic Conversations with a Ghost: Talking to a Memory by Sam Costigan
Lyrics
I walk into this cafe
I enter a café.
The one where we spent most of that year
This cafe holds memories from a significant year.
I sit in our usual place
I take our usual spot in the cafe.
And if I close my eyes, it’s almost like you’re here with me
Closing my eyes, I feel your presence in the familiar place.
And oh, most days I don’t think of you at all
Most days, I don't think about you.
But oh, today I wish that I could call you and say
Today, I wish I could call you.
That this feels like the week that’s never gonna end
The week feels endless, filled with difficulties.
I hate my job, my car broke down, I’m sick of all my friends
I dislike my job, my car is broken, and I'm tired of my friends.
And you’d say sit down, take a deep breath, stop while you’re still ahead
You'd advise me to relax and suggest dinner to discuss.
Let’s talk it over dinner, I’ll be there in ten
Let's talk over dinner; I'll be there in ten minutes.
But things aren’t like that anymore
Our current situation is different; things have changed.
I don’t call, you’re not at my door
I don't call, and you're not at my door.
So I settle in for the reverie
I immerse myself in memories.
And keep talking to a memory
I continue talking to a memory.
Was it the springtime that you left me
Did you leave me in spring?
Or maybe the autumn after that
Or was it the following autumn?
It’s funny as time goes by I find myself forgetting
As time passes, I forget, but a Bowie song triggers memories.
But that Bowie song you loved takes me right back
Bowie's song brings me back to our past.
And oh, we’re living in different worlds now
We live in different worlds now.
But oh, if I saw you around I’d say
If I saw you, I'd express how the week feels unbearable.
That this feels like the week that’s never gonna end
My job, car, and friends trouble me.
I hate my job, my car broke down, I’m sick of all my friends
You'd suggest taking a break and discuss over dinner.
And you’d say "Sit down, take a deep breath, stop while you’re still ahead
Let's talk it over dinner; I'll be there in ten.
Let’s talk it over dinner, I’ll be there in ten"
Things have changed; it's not the same anymore.
But things aren’t like that anymore
I don't call, and you're not at my door.
I don’t call, you’re not at my door
I settle into memories.
So I settle in for the reverie
Continuing to talk to a memory.
And keep talking to a memory
I persist in conversing with a memory.
If you saw me, would you know me
If you saw me, would you recognize me?
Would you run to me and hold me
Would you come to me and embrace me?
If you saw me, would you know me
If you saw me, would you know me?
Would you run to me and hold me
Would you run to me and hold me?
If you saw me, would you know me
If you saw me, would you recognize me?
Would you run to me and hold me
Would you come to me and embrace me?
If you saw me, would you know me
If you saw me, would you know me?
Would you run to me
Would you run to me?
If you saw me, would you know me
If you saw me, would you recognize me?
Would you run to me and hold me
Would you come to me and embrace me?
If you saw me, would you know me
If you saw me, would you know me?
But things aren’t like that anymore
Things have changed; it's not the same anymore.
I don’t call, you’re not at my door
I don't call, and you're not at my door.
So I settle in for the reverie
I settle into memories.
And keep talking to a memory
Continuing to talk to a memory.
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