I can stand and watch the skyline
Bathed in red from the heavy plumes
I can walk the halls of my high school
Stopping to glance in every room
I can run the length of the valley
And wave to the school kids shuffling by
I can wash off all my worries
In the rainstorm brewing up in the sky
I can smell the rancid trash fire
Billowing up from the edge of the road
I can hear the typhoon winds come
Tearing right through the great palm grove
Ooh, memory's a place I go
Ooh, I can't help but visit now and then
Ooh, memory's a shrine I've built
Ooh, turning over relics in my hands
Do you remember your teenage self?
Do you recall how hard it was?
You can't believe the things you said
Like words came spilling right out of your mouth
Do you remember the heightened senses
Like everybody's staring right at me?
Holy smoke it was unrelenting
Socially exposed for all to see
I can see so many faces
Pouring right out into my dreams
I can feel the shame of my teens
Tearing me apart at the seams
Ooh, memory is climbing mountains
Ooh, pushing past the pain to see the view
Ooh, memory is typhoon season
Ooh, wading through the flood to reach your home
I've tried to remember details
Actual phrases that I heard
I've tried to rebuild the zeitgeist
But all of it's gone or weathered and blurred
Like an artist painting a portrait
Of someone I knew so long ago
Did I get the lines on your face right?
The hardest part's the human face
Ooh, memory's a fickle thing
Ooh, someone told me its half invention
Ooh, memory's a picky eater
Ooh, I can't stomach half the things I see
Ooh, memory's a place I go
Ooh, I can't help but visit now and then
Ooh, memory's a shrine I've built
Ooh, turning over relics in my hands
