Lyrics
The grey brittle memories
Vivid, but eggshell-like
So I take care of them
And I only revisit the feelings with great vigilance
In case they crack
In case they crumble back into their original nothingness
They used to be sun-kissed, airtight, and full of hopeful youth
Like drunk lovers undressing each other
Like naked desires discovering one another
There was something so very raw about hat time
Something unfiltered and vulnerable
I can only think of the time
Imagine how I perceived and listen back to the words I sang
Read the lines I wrote
But I can never go back
And I don't want to go back
Now I carry the stories around like the shadows of ghosts
Like the ashes of a wildfire
Having you there on my neck
Could you, could you, could you
Could you make me feel again?
Could you make me love again?
Could you make me?
Written by: Krishna Veni Panakal
