Why do I cling on to things that have gone
If I sang it again, would the refrain be strong
Would my idealised memories really come true?
Or would it be just the same, a future taboo
I need to live in today find a new path
Yesterday has gone, it’s ashes in the hearth
Remember the good and learn from the rest
The past is gone it should never be the best.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 