Crumbling Memories
In the afterglow of the spring day
What holds onto you holds onto what I say
That this is a life of bliss
And a day I would rather not miss
To this I call the day of your birth
Here and humble on this Earth
So raise a glass of sweet red wine
Where the sun reflects the gleam in your eye
Crumbling memories
Of this life never ending
Watch as the moon glistens for you
And the sky holds onto this radiant hue
Someday we will look back
Where the ticking of the clock seems sad
And you will know the simple truth
The day of your birth and here’s to you
Written by The Mechanical Animal
