Текст песни Foreverest - The Little Hands of Asphalt

A dry stone, no sound of water
I'm coming home through the wasteland
And I am searching for that memory
Among the trams and the dusty trees

There it is: My first memory
When you were young, as young as I am now

Were you humming on some melody?
That you then planted deep in me?

Pigeons circling the mall
Forever rest the months you never called
Soon this fog will turn to night
But i'll try to trust the stubborn daylight
With all their loss enunciated
They're holding on to whatever they can
While I'm holding on to your memory
It's somehow planted deep in me

All those words I could use
Forever rest the life you didn't choose
And when all these towers fall
Forever rest your work in the drywall

Now I walk out into the night
Forever with your name next to mine
Oh, what do I do now,
What will I do now?

Snowy crests, the trees are tall
Forever rest the paths your feet walked
And when all these towers fall
Forever rest your work in the drywall
Forever rest the shaking in your legs
Forever rest your bones in the muskeg
Forever rest the stubborn daylight
Forever rest the fog in the dark night
Forever rest the words I could have used
Forever rest the life you didn't choose
Forever rest the hoarfrost on the trees
Forever rest your memory in me