Commemorative Plaque Songtext
von Krill

I have said what I have to say
And I don′t know what any of it meant
But if it helps you, use it
Polish it, sand it, or sharpen it


Moving back home I thought I would hate it
All the teenage wanting and distance
But more than Saturday nights in my room
It's mainly Sunday mornings
My dad′s Aretha CD on the stereo
Call me the hour, the minute

There was a joke we used to tell
The punchline nonsense and forgotten
But coming back home
The syllable "remember"
Lands like a child in a fountain
Lands like a smiley face
And a breath on a mirror the moment you get there


And the punchline to the joke I've been telling my whole life was you
And all that I lack is a memory in black to remind me how much
It all meant to me