Memory... doesn't live behind us. It waits... inside ordinary things. A cup grows warm between my hands. The room stays still. The years don't. Dust remembers every window. Light remembers every face. Time hides inside the smallest places. Who touched this morning before it became mine? [Chorus] Yesterday never left. It only changed its clothes. Every scent. Every sound. Every silence finds me again. Old photographs never speak. They simply wait. Until one heartbeat opens their forgotten door. The child I buried knows my name. The old man already knows my ending. People think memory is a museum. No. It's weather. You don't visit it. You wake up inside it. (silence) Every day. Yesterday never died. It keeps becoming today. Every goodbye. Every embrace. Every forgotten song still breathes inside me. Nothing returns. Everything remains.
