Faces

Gray day drift away like the wind across the sound
Lost in an easy chair got my feet up off the ground
I can hear the dryer tumbling the clothes
The thoughts roll round my mind and I wonder if it shows
Am I the only one who knows
There's too many faces placed upon the past
Too many traces of a love that didn't last

I wonder why it is we see so clear when we look behind
If I saw myself right here would I like what I might find
I can hear the traffic splashing through the rain
I can't keep from laughing when I'm seeing through the games
Still I can't deny the pain
Of too many faces placed upon the past
Too many traces of a love that didn't last

Make it on our own
That's the modern code
If you're living loveless
Remember you've been told
First you're young and then you're old
There's too many faces placed upon the past
Too many traces of a love that didn't last

I will hold the memories near me
I will take them to my heart
And try to keep on caring
Loving is an art
I can hear the fire crackling as it burns
When love leaves one behind tell me
Who's the one who learns
Watch love as it turns
To too many faces lovers from the past
Too many traces of a love that didn't last
There's too many faces, too many traces
Too many faces, faces, faces



Words and Music by GREG MURÁT ©1984
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