In Memories (Acoustic)

As her soul floated out her mouth

The demons circled south, to tout

The colors that left my world

They circled and twirled a girl

It creeps up you see, its reality

It sneaks up indeed

Who's that hiding in that tree

Climbs up the back of your knee

And hides in memory

I want to be in that tree, and hide from reality

I asked are you alright

You said not really

I reached out to touch her face

The painted colors swirled away