He checks the mirror where he gets his daily dose of honesty
Before the clothes he puts on tie it up with quaint civility
He shaves his face with triple blades to show the skin thats underneath
The first of a thousand layers

Black and white, all the moments of his life are neatly framed
He plays his memories like videos on screens inside his brain
But black and white and living color are just never quite the same
Theres nothing like seeing it firsthand

Sing la la la la
So I'll take you back as far as we can go
La la la
And I'll be waiting at the gated path you know
And we will find our meaning here
Where the summers go by slow
La la, here we go

Every night he wraps his hands around an old ceramic mug
Back and forth across the floor, hes wearing grooves into the rug
Reliving days gone by, those memories are like a sleeping drug
The one way to numb a bleeding heart

We've cracked our bones but they have mended in the places where they broke
And hurting hearts have been revived by sweeter words that new love spoke
But for the broken spirit, healing is elusive and remote
It hides in a memory
Released by a touch you did not expect
A moment of entry
A place for the pieces to reconnect