Embers of memories, of the flame, that is past The way that the drapes cling to the clasps Of the essence of all that rises and falls is the sound Melody still lingers long after the song The way that the ground takes claim above Of the essence of all above and below ground is the sound Well I used to think that life was just an accident Happened once and then broke, never, ever to happen again Like a dream or a trance, until I heard the sound Until I heard the sound. Embers of memories, of the flame, that is past The way that the drink cling to the cask Oh the essence of all that collapses or crawls is the sound I used to think that life was just an accident Happened once and then broke, never, ever to happen again Like a dream or a trance, until I heard the sound Well I used to think that life was just an accident Happened once and then broke, never, ever to happen again Like a dream or a trance, until I heard the sound Until I heard the sound