So much is lost in the castle we call time. We write it down and say we can remember fine

Its written and its photographed, so its alive, but i fear that most is lost in time. And i guess i'll keep moving on down his road. Looking and searching so, things might align

I guess i'm living my life, spending my soul. Living my life and spending my soul

Living my life, spending my soul. spending my soul

The past thats in our memories feels so different, to what we felt there , at the time. Make me a promise i know i can't ignore, find me a memory and put it at my door, one that i can see in all it life

I guess i'm living my life spending my soul, living my life, spending my soul, living my life, spending my soul. Spending my soul