There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent
These conversations with the dead
I used to be a sentimental guy
Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid
I never thought so much could change
Little things you said or did
Are part of me
Come out from time to time
Though probably no one I know now
Would notice
But I never thought so much could change
You drifted far away
Far away it seems
Time has stopped
The clock keeps go-ing
People talking
And I'm watching
As flashes of their faces go black and white
And fade to yellow
In a box in an attic
And I never thought so much
Could change now I don't miss any-one
I don't miss anything
What a shame
I used to be a sentimental guy
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