hold my hand while i reminisce
sit here and keep me quiet company
i am 5,000 lonely miles away
nine and eight and five years in the past
help me remember the brilliance
the rain and the cold and the smell of fresh coffee
cigarette smoke drifting lazily through the air
the priest chased us out of the dom
because he was anxious for mass to begin
the House was beautiful but i was not awed
as in the previous year in good company
i would like to explain to you my memories
how beautiful and foggy and crisp they are
but there are emotions i don’t have words for
hold my hand and stay with me
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