Testo Tiny Teeth

Every time I close my eyes to go to sleep I end up taken back to where the memories run most deep. I can't erase. I can see the hall where the piano plays itself, overlooking trains and mountains. They where days without age, you let them slip away. Do you remember a time before you felt this low? Spires in the snow? We walked here together, forever ago. There where certain songs that used to console me but it seems my record collection's useless these days. So I trace the lines, try embrace the signs that you're growing up and giving up. I can't relate but if its a choice between being bitter and cold and growing old and bitter I know where I'll remain. I can't erase. Can't find my place. Do you like me, or just the idea of me? Where do I fit In here?