Sucrepop

What will be left of us?
Of our joys, of our pain
Just stories lost in dust
What will be left of us?
When the curtain falls on us

What will remain of us?
Of our words, of our deeds
Almost nothing much
A thousand aching dreams,
Soft bliss that slipped between

No yellowed photographs Sleeping in a drawer
All our fragile lives erased, remembered no more

What will be left of us?
Just shadows in the sun,
August light and broken trust
All the laughter, all the pain
they dissolve into rain

No yellowed photographs Sleeping in a drawer
All our fragile lives erased, remembered no more

All the sorrows, sweet delights,
Every kiss that we shared, every tear that we cried.
All these lives in a row
changes none yet Changes all

What will be left of us?
Tell me, who will remember us?

Grey Morning light on empty chairs
Coffee cooling, no one cares
You left your scarf, I left my pride
We both forgot the tears we hide

The breeze still hums your favorite tune
But I’ve grown quiet quiet with the moon
Years gone by, I’m guessing what I’ve missed
Filling empty space with the ghost of your kiss

Time slips through
the cracks we made
Soft as silk
sharp as a blade
Time leaks out through
the threads we pulled,
Heavy as mercury
bright as old gold.

Was it real love or just a frame of mind?
Did I ever see you, or draw you in my mind?
We danced around what we became
Two strangers playing a long-forgotten game

Books unread and shoes aligned
Still trace the shape you left behind
The clock forgets to count the hours
Since time dissolved between the flowers

Time slips through
the cracks we made
Soft as silk
sharp as a blade
Time leaks out through
the threads we pulled,
Heavy as mercury
bright as old gold.

Curtains breathe with morning sighs
Your echo lives in lullabies
The kettle hums a minor key
A quiet song you left in me

Time slips through
the cracks we made
Soft as silk
sharp as a blade
Time leaks out through
the threads we pulled,
Heavy as mercury
bright as old gold.

I’m sixty now — it feels kind of strange
It’s the age of goodbyes, and “how things change”
I’ve watched the years rush by like a speeding train
Missed a few stops, but I’d ride again

And if I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom
no room for sorrow, just joy to resume
I’ll dance barefoot on the porch at night
Close my eyes and feel the fading light

A couple more dances with the night
I just wanna sing and let it slide
I’ll call my kids, my sister, my friends
Say “I love you” before the daylight ends

And if I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom
I’ll fill them with laughter, in my room
With memories ringing, and children’s grace
Simple tomorrows I’ll still embrace

Old memories drift like postcards home
Across my face where the years have flown
No more pretending, no more disguise
I’ll shout “I’m here!” beneath the skies

And if I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom
I won’t waste them on “what ifs” or “might”
Barbecue evenings, faces that fade
Still somewhere in space, their warmth remains

I won’t count years, just seconds spun
’Cause I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom

I don’t want to spend my days just counting left
Watch the sun go down from East to West.
I don’t wanna waste my nights on what we were,
I will forget you.

I don’t wanna say your name or curse the past,
Try to clear your ghost, erase it fast.
Every scent, every sigh is what I have left,
I will forget you.

Forget you
erase you
forget you
Undo you
outgrew you.

Reset all the clocks, the past locked away,
Old photographs fading, tucked away.
I’m fixing the pieces, I’m almost okay,
I will forget you.

I won’t call for help, no cries, no distress,
When love has passed, it leaves an emptiness.
I’ll walk from the ashes, I’ll say, I confess,
I once loved you.

Forget you (forget you)
erase you (erase you]
forget you
Undo you
outgrew you.

Forget you (forget you)
erase you (erase you]
forget you
Undo you
outgrew you.

I burned all your notes, no trace, no line,
Your voice on the phone still haunts my mind.
The bottle still spins, I drink to the crime,
Of forgetting you in time.

That Lennon song you played every day,
Your scent on your coat won’t fade away.
Those tiny ghosts still dance in my place
But I’ll forget your face.