Tin Cup Serenade Fragments Of You
Your name spelled out the cracks upon the pavement
Rings I hear are you on the phone
Maybe it's all just a sign of my enslavement
Those who are lonely are never alone
Clouds paint pictures of when we were together
I'm seeing faces I swear that must be you
My memories are always altered by the weather
I collect the pieces they all fall into
I'm hearing voices from a time of gladness
Don't think it's madness that I'm going through
But I don't mind this thing that I am losing
I'll keep collecting these these fragments of you
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