Flickers
words and music by Bill Pere

The ghosts of younger days dance behind my eye
Shadowed silhouettes of seasons past Slowly sail on by
The currents of these current days
Swirl and splash in misty sprays
Hidden in the hanging haze, a lighthouse on the shore.

You're my candle in a corridor
Where dimly lit upon the door
Crooked mirror where I stare
Seeking desperately to find
The flickers of what used to be my mind...

An old familiar face, the comfort of a laugh
Now a distant half-heard song, a faded photograph
The words that always found their way
Now like ghost ships drift astray
You hold my hand, I hear you pray, above the oceans roar

You're my candle in a corridor
Where dimly lit upon the door
Crooked mirror where I stare
Seeking desperately to find
The flickers of what used to be my mind...

Sometimes I need you just to hold my hand
Sometimes I need you to tell me who I am...

The currents of these current days
Swirl and splash in misty sprays
Hidden in the hanging haze, a lighthouse on the shore.

You're my candle in a corridor
Where dimly lit upon the door
Crooked mirror where I stare
Seeking desperately to find
The flickers of what used to be my mind...

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