Carsonia: Music

Memory on Mute

(Carsonia)

Like wind
You feel it in your skin
You love blue skies
But nighttime and its red eyes win again

There could be
A million nails in the street
I bet you’d walk there barefoot
Would you recognize me?

I’ll tiptoe to the door

Not making a sound and not where you wanna be
Put your memory on mute
It all calls out late at night and where you gonna be
They’re not gonna make you but they’ll offer to take you along

Once again
Why should these good times ever end
But the joke’s on you
You fool
Tomorrow’s just around the bend

So shut the door, lock me in

I’m thinkin out loud
And I’m right where I wanna be
I hope you enjoy the view
I had to get out late at night
And with their subtleties
They’re not gonna make you but they’ll offer to take you back home

A breath of wind
A little breeze
Touches the senses
Desensitized and back to sleep

Not making a sound and not where you wanna be
Put your memory on mute
It all calls out late at night and where you gonna be
They’re not gonna make you but they’ll offer to take you back home

They’re not gonna make you but they’ll offer again tomorrow