Eighty Twenty Songtext
von 7 Birches

I′ll be damned, to let this fade
Vividity blurs, every passing day

All my time, passes by
Precious moments, slip my mind
Life feels empty, I'll forget
Smoke you exhaled
Smoke you kept

Smoke you exhaled
Smoke you kept


How have my memories shaped who I am
When the tides of sleep pull them like grains of sand?
Try as I may to find something firm to hold to
Each thought elusive as the head that they breeze through

Face once vivid, left my head
Recall discussions, not what was said
All these moments, try to grasp
But in the process
Lose the last

Some smoke never leaves, hold it in, I choke
(Smoke you exhaled, smoke you kept)
Some smoke never leaves, hold it in, I choke
(Smoke you exhaled, smoke you kept)


How have my memories shaped who I am
When the tides of sleep pull them like grains of sand?
Try as I may to find something firm to hold to
Each thought elusive as the head that they breeze through