exploring the multiverses sound by sound and word by word
Story behind the song
story behind the song: ceteris paribus, the melding of heroes, artists, composers etc and the that ever constant desire for/of the muse
Lyrics
softly, the ghost of you walked cross the moor
through the heather, by the robins & the tree not there, no more
leaving like the sad truth of fall surrendering
in the silence of the evening and the winter in the winds
rabbit holes and chalices and a chocolate mousse or two
no sweeter on the palate, than those memories of you
drifting like some essence of maybes and their ilk
rustling in the darkness, lost leather in your silk
meadows of existence in the explains of what's in store
through the daisies, by the sparrows and the bush of nevermore
wandering forever, claiming searching for the truth
when all i ever wanted was to spend a day with you
windmills come to be, a cosmic joke in turn
much less than the fires in which everyday does burn
tilting in perspective the quantum hopes of mine
knowing every moment was lost before i tried
waiting for the evening
to let the present fade
thought there might be something
but nothing is the same
