The Past Alive

I thought I´ve forgotten all those things
I´ve made and felt so very long ago
It seemed dead but sometimes some drinks
Relive the past and create this undertow

Who was this child playing in the streets
Who was this kid unfit to speak
Who was this pupil playing to strange beats
Who this young man trying to reach the peak

The Past Alive

A song a word or just an ugly picture
A touch one sight or one single sound
Can make strange things so goddamn familiar
And let me forget the present around

Who was this child...

Burried so deep but still it pulses here
Memory to keep is what makes me feel stir

Dreamlike then I stare through nothing
Those forgotten feelings living in me
And then I desperately try to cling
To all this past inside of me

Who was this child…

The Past...