Past Addresses - Gene Clark

Lover come closer

Breaks me down to see you in the pains of fear

The depths of your stone true eyes

Are reflecting every burden of this life we bear

My words can’t slight the truth to you

Tomorrow every trial of life is going to fall

I can only make guesses on some of my past addresses

And tell you what my broken memory recalls

The first time I saw you

My heart became the ruler of my mind

The shadows of your motions

Lingered way beyond the statements I intended timed

The tears you hold from flowing

Are the blood of the saints that shield the broken heart

I can only make guesses on some of my past addresses

And tell you what my broken memory recalls

I can only make guesses on some of my past addresses

And tell you what my broken memory recalls

I can only make guesses on some of my past addresses

And tell you what my broken memory recalls