First Love - Attrition

My first love is belief in

The castles that I’m building

God, I’m glad to see you

Storming my cathedral

Remember me?

Remember me

My second is a scene

From Baudelaire’s ravine

I emptied my oasis

Into deserts full of dreams

Remember me?

Remember me

My third is growing wild

In the gardens of our mind

I’d pick up roses silently

And hand them to a child

Remember me?

Remember me

Remember me?

Remember me