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Like many of the songs on the album, "Silhouette" is also quite autobiographical. It is a ballad about the pull of memory and time, and the often-biased nature of nostalgia...
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Lyrics:
Time is a wooden spoon,
It's blackberry jam on summer noon,
My mind it fires up in style.
But time is a crooked thing,
Wound round a wicked spring,
Nostalgia's holy power every hour maturing,
It's better than HD, and 3D and every TV screen,
I've seen sepia rainbows
And long-forgotten light shows,
Flashes of right and wrong,
But your silhouette I won't forget,
For a million years I will still let
You haunt me like a shadow.
Your silhouette I won't forget,
For a million years I will still let
You haunt me like a shadow.
Time is a love in bloom,
It's blankets, stars, a silver moon,
My mind it fires up in style.
But time is a funny thing,
Where I now lose I used to win,
Nostalgia's holy power every hour maturing,
It's better than HD, and 3D and every TV screen,
I've seen sepia rainbows
And long-forgotten light shows,
Flashes of right and wrong,
But your silhouette I won't forget,
For a million years I will still let
You haunt me like a shadow.
Your silhouette I won't forget,
For a million years I will still let
You haunt me like a shadow.
It's better than HD, and 3D and every TV screen,
I've seen sepia rainbows
And long-forgotten light shows,
Flashes of right and wrong,
But your silhouette I won't forget,
For a million years I will still let
You haunt me like a shadow.
Your silhouette I won't forget,
For a million years I will still let
You haunt me like a shadow.
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