Lindsay Weinberg

Lyrics

I'm forever haunted by the memories of what there used to be / And even when no one is singing it, within my ear I hear that harmony / The seedlings that we nurtured and our hopes that they would grow into a tree / Who pruned the leaves? / What weeds are these? / Where will my care be received? / Standing by your side, hearts full of pride, we recognize majority / Dancing, smiling, singing, stomping, sinking, sobbing, squeezing you to me / The seasons seem familiar, but the changes still remain a mystery / Who tuned these strings? / What forms repeat? / Which line am I supposed to sing? And why do we cry when we find a memory? / While we’re grateful for the good stuff we’ve got going on / It’s a surprise to realize that when it’s gone, it’s gone / Every beginning has an end / In the middle, I’m with you, my friend / Why do we cry when we find a memory? / While we’re grateful for the good stuff we’ve got going on / We’re still surprised to realize that when it’s gone, it’s gone / Every beginning has an end / In the middle, I’m with you, my friend