The Weeds of Remembrance - A1

Verse 1

I just wanted to make her laugh
Share the thoughts that filled my head
Wild as weeds on a Sunday wind
Growing where the angels tread

They grew too fast, they grew too far
I tended every crooked vine
Pruned and shaped and gave away
The pieces of this heart of mine

Verse 2

Then one day I went quiet
Paper thoughts began to scare
I didn’t know just what had changed
But I knew enough to care

So I buttoned up and muzzled down
Turned my voice into a ghost
Trying not to frighten her
And somehow lost myself the most

Chorus

Oh, the weeds of remembrance
Grow where the good things died
Twisting round the fence posts
Where our yesterdays still hide

And the wind keeps telling stories
That may be truth or may be lies
In a field of old tomorrows
Beneath November skies

Verse 3

Was I too deep, too dark for her?
Or too strange to understand?
I was only a restless breeze
Blowing through her promised land

I wasn’t devil, wasn’t saint
Just a man who overflowed
And fell in love with a golden heart
Before the years grew cold

Verse 4

Years and years of little spears
Worked their way beneath the skin
A thousand wounds too small to see
Can still destroy what’s deep within

I held on longer than I should
She watched me slowly disappear
Neither one could find the map
Through all that fog and fear

Chorus

Oh, the weeds of remembrance
Grow where the good things died
Twisting round the fence posts
Where our yesterdays still hide

And the wind keeps telling stories
That may be truth or may be lies
In a field of old tomorrows
Beneath November skies

Bridge

Fear, fear, fear, fear
It lived beneath our bed
Fear I’d leave like others did
The ghosts inside her head

The first divorce still haunted us
Its echoes never slept
And every promise that we made
Was measured by what left

Debt and doubt and little lies
Built bars around our trust
And love can’t breathe forever
Locked inside a cage of rust

Verse 5

So there I hung upon the vine
Dying slow but hanging on
Frozen like a mammoth trapped
Long after summer’s gone

I prayed for some miracle reboot
A sign from God above
But heaven answered with its silence
And silence swallowed love

Final Chorus

Oh, the weeds of remembrance
Still grow inside my soul
Every memory a photograph
Missing pieces of the whole

Love and death are tangled roots
Beneath the fields we knew
And every time remembrance comes
The weeds grow back anew

Outro

I got lost somewhere

Maybe in the silence

Or maybe in the silence of despair

And on Remembrance Day
The old field bends and sways

Retelling a story

Whose truth is as honest as a lie…