Tied to memory

Tendrils of perfume

Tendrils of perfume ...Reach for me

In through the nose

In through the nose ...And straight to my heart

Strange to me...

That they would have anything in common.

That they would have anything in common The person you were...

That they would have anything in common The person you were... ... And the one you've become.

Strange to me...

That I still catch glimpses

That I still catch glimpses Through the bindings of deception.

That I still catch glimpses Through the webbing

That I still catch glimpses Through the mirage

I sit constricted without sight

I sit constricted without sight And bound to my memory