Lost Dreams Weave by Lori Yamamoto

[Chorus] Snow is falling very quiet on the asphalt. My feet are having a heavy discussion with the ground. The same song is repeating. I ask the clock, please. The days I cannot keep are stuck inside its glass belly. It will not give them back. It only knows how to digest. [Post-Chorus] La la la… Soft like a falling leaf. La la la… Where do the lost dreams weave? Do they have a basket? A small, invisible basket? [Verse 2] I have old postcards. Towns where I did not stay. Your name is written in yesterday's ink. It is practicing how to become grey. I think I hear you laugh when the sun goes away. A shadow is learning how to stand very still. The memory forgot how to play. [Pre-Chorus] Colors are going to grey and white. I do not know why you had to go. I read pages in the dark, chasing the echo in snow. [Chorus] Snow is falling very quiet on the asphalt. My feet are having a heavy discussion with the ground. The same song is repeating. I ask the clock, *please*. The days I cannot keep are stuck inside its glass belly. It will not give them back. It only knows how to digest. [Post-Chorus] La la la… Just a little out of reach. La la la… Every memory is a red berry in the snow. A small, perfect, cold fact. [Outro] Lost dreams weave… maybe into scarves. For someone else’s neck.