i sit along the bridge, i throw a stick into the creek
but it won't come out of the other side
just think of better days, they can bring to you a tear or two
the price you have to pay to finally be satisfied
and i cannot forget
but i don't exactly remember


tuck away the years, left in a tome from your old home
when you find them again, what will you care?
i sit along the bridge between today and yesterday
the river sings, "you won't come out the other side!"
and i cannot forget
but i don't exactly remember


the memories are pressed together
flattening with age
it's getting hard to tell between the
petal and the page


…between today and yesterday
…bring to you a tear or two


because the binding tears or the water wears
what i wished would last forever!
if i cast a light, or i hold too tight
it'll crumble altogether
so i will not forget -
but i don't exactly remember
yet.