Montage
(Alzheimer's Song)

 

Verse 1:

Is it this momentless anamnesis, blurring the lines
I’ve forgotten to remember our most precious times
With edge-torn visions filling those missing scenes
Collections of pictures with this disease in-between

Chorus:

Where is that montage of our past
Our first kiss and our last dance
Scrapping memories telling our story
Fiction of fantasy, that fading glory

A masterpiece before colors bled over
A collage I can’t see now that I’m older
Where is that montage of our past
Our first kiss and our last dance

Verse 2:

We’ve grown old together as our past disolves in time
Can’t remember the first moment I held your hand in mine
I only reminisce of forgetfulness, I have become it's slave
It has buried our history and the lives that we’ve paved

Chorus:

Where is that montage of our past
Our first kiss and our last dance
Scrapping memories telling our story
Fiction of fantasy, that fading glory

A masterpiece before colors bled over
A collage I can’t see now that I’m older
Where is that montage of our past
Our first kiss and our last dance


Verse 3:

Seasons in my mind are fading, laminated by tears
Images become opaque from the hope I call fear
A fixture of futility, sickened by this chronic need
To relive the love I found in you so that I can find me

Chorus:

Where is that montage of our past
Our first kiss and our last dance
Scrapping memories telling our story
Fiction of fantasy, that fading glory

A masterpiece before colors bled over
A collage I can’t see now that I’m older
Where is that montage of our past
Our first kiss and our last dance