Memory کے بول

Memory never serves to see it straight ahead If you can, eventually it swerves And leaves you standing there With an empty leash in your hands Everything up to this point told me I'd be far away from where I am 'Cause every face has turned away Every hand is closed, but wait Is that an opening I see Or just my failing memory Presence is an unlikely fault That hides itself deep inside of my chest Shows itself just to let me know That what I am is no where near my best I thought you could set me straight But all, all you've done is turn me inside out 'cause every thought destroys itself Every voice is someone else I guess you've helped me understand What can happen by another's hand By another's hand By another's hand