A Clouded View - Ola Podrida

Ragged pages in shades of blue

Ink is bleeding from words written in 1982

They aligned themselves with you

Once clear, now turning into

A clouded view

The basement whispers, the attic sings

The lines you memorized so solemnly

When you where 16

They were everything

You’d lay in your bed and quietly sing

And while the feeling still rings true

The words are fading, fading into

A clouded view

You read them over and over again

To try to remember what they said back then

And while the feeling still rings true

The words are fading, fading into

A clouded view