Consider yourself a little anxious, entrancing in a short stay.
Scattered houses fall, attentive ---- it's the sound a search makes.
I thought I felt my oldest friend brush up against me when I was sleep inflicted.
Distance works magic.
Watch the fingers grow untrained.
Distance in time reveals.
A wayward soul unconscious.
Being lost is the weakness.
Such a filmic scene and nothing to show for it ---- just an homage to a child.
Distance works magic; distance in time reveals.

Lyrics submitted by BushmanBeats

Best Possible Souvenir song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top