Absence

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it can make the mind forget… …it can sweeten sour memories with sugar drops of retrospect. Hindsight is a penthouse with panoramic views high above the detour signs where people pay their dues. We are our own medicine, we’re poison to ourselves We stop and go, sway to and fro, charmed under our own spells.

We fly so high, so low we go For what, to where, we’re not to know. We are weak and we are strong and we’re not always right or wrong.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it can make the mind forget… …it can sweeten sour memories with sugar drops of retrospect. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, feeling feelings getting stronger. Don’t let your mind forget our song Keep that feeling feeling strong.

We fly so high, so low we go for what, to where, we’re not to know. We are weak and we are strong and we’re not always right or wrong.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, feeling feelings getting stronger. Don’t let your mind forget our song Keep that feeling feeling strong.