Lyrics

People think

memory

is an archive.

Perfectly labelled.

Perfectly ordered.

Mine

has never

worked

that way.

It samples.

A perfume

borrows

the summer

from ten years ago.

A guitar chord

suddenly

opens

a forgotten room.

One laugh

borrows

the face

of someone

who isn’t

there anymore.

Nothing

returns

complete.

Only

beautiful

fragments.

Maybe

that’s why

the past

never sounds

exactly

the same.

Memory

is always

remixing

what the heart

still needs

to hear.

Memory

isn’t

a library.

It’s

a sampler.

Cutting

little pieces

of our lives…

looping

the beautiful ones,

slowing

the painful ones,

until

we finally

learn

their rhythm.

Sometimes

I remember

the light

before

I remember

the place.

Sometimes

the silence

before

the words.

Sometimes

the feeling…

long before

the reason

returns.

Maybe

emotion

always arrives

before

the story.

That’s why

a song

can carry

an entire life

inside

four minutes.

Not because

it tells

everything.

Because

it reminds us

of everything

we forgot

we already

knew.

Every producer

knows

the secret.

The perfect sound

is rarely

recorded.

It’s discovered

inside

an old recording

that everyone else

would have

deleted.

Perhaps

people

are the same.

Not broken.

Sampled.

Layered.

Remixed.

Still becoming.

Memory

doesn’t

repeat

our lives.

It composes

them

again.

Every heartbeat.

Every goodbye.

Every smile.

Every scar.

Different mix.

Same soul.

Until

one day

we recognise

ourselves

inside

a song

we don’t

remember

writing.

If

one memory

still plays

inside you…

don’t

turn it off.

Listen.

Perhaps

it isn’t

asking

to go back.

Perhaps

it’s simply

showing you

the melody

that has been

guiding you

all along.