Basrah w Atoh

I drift and get lost in memories
Living a life with what’s gone
People, places, everything
Something takes me to other things

Stories, moments, all of them
In the past, I’ve lived through them
Every time I close my eyes, I go
To the years that left me, and I left them
Every time I close my eyes, I go
To the years that left me, and I left them
Why do I love it? It’s just a past that’s gone
And if I let it go, it comes back on its own
Sometimes I miss it, so I call out to it
Why do I long for it and live in it?
There’s no answer I’ve found
How old am I to have it?
Memories are a way of life
My mind has a million tapes
Old pasts, this and that
I was just a kid a while ago
And I went to sleep
Woke up to find time has passed, didn’t take me with it

I drift and get lost in memories
Living a life with what’s gone
People, places, everything
Something takes me to other things

And in the years, I’m not grown
And my hair is black like night
And the night doesn’t last long
There’s no escape from memories
Why don’t I care about tomorrow, and why do I get lost?
Why don’t I have a dream you’re drawing?
I drift and find just the memory
And in it, I find my day was yesterday
Different from your day that you’re living
The memory takes me to a place
Back to the days of joy and happiness
I’m in tomorrow, I don’t exist
In the memory, that’s where I am
I go back in the blink of an eye, a year
And year after year, I become me
A kid who loves to hum
His dreams are easy and possible
And that’s why I’m from there
I belong to the memories
And I don’t have a place among you here

I drift and get lost in memories
Living a life with what’s gone
People, places, everything
Something takes me to other things