From the recording Chapter Three
Lyrics
A Memory of Sound (Reed)
Set the alarm and wake to the noise.
A colorful morning began with a voice.
Remember the notes that rang in my brain.
They’re taking a bow.
A Memory of Sound
A Memory of Sound
A Memory of Sound
Finding the melody in the air.
Created from nothing with intensive care.
Bracing for impact as tape hits the head.
We’re laying it down.
A Memory of Sound
A Memory of Sound
A Memory of Sound
When the layers fill up in the hi-fi.
Lost again without knowing just how or why.
Magic is the only thing we breathe.
A Memory of Sound
A Memory of Sound
A Memory of Sound