Some of them are changing day to day
Some of them flicker then they fade
Some of them get triggered off by any crazy thing
Some of them are all that's left
Some of them are just dead regrets
Some of them are shining out through everything I see
Some of them are brittle, some are sad.
Some of them are aching, some are glad.
Some of them are gone so long they're hard to recognise.
Stand close
To the long parade
Watch them passing by In their million ways
Walk on
Through the evergreens
Pass from scene to scene
Through all these yesterdays
Some of them are friends just as they were,
Some of them are gentle, some can flare.
Some of them are crowding closer every passing year.
Some of them live in photographs
Some of them still give me a laugh
Some of them I've altered slowly as they're changing me.
