I see myself descending,
Posing as the joker,
With a stoic’s sense of humor.
My legs disappeared.
The sound of snapping fingers
gave the pain away.
How am I going to be forgotten?
My ego is driving me
through another wall.
This paint dries as the canvas runs.
Watching the water
Falling in a million hands,
All these words wash away.
How am I going to be forgotten?
credits
from Archive,
released February 20, 2012
Recorded by The Sons of Amargosa
Lyrics/music: David Glen Camp
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