This is my newest song.
I started it a few months ago — just fiddling with some chords and wordless melodies — and finished it a few weeks back.
I hadn’t written a song in at least five years. I was worried that I wouldn’t have any ideas. But I’m pleased how this came together.
The kernel of the song came to me when …
… I got to thinking about the advice to “make the moment last.” You hear this a lot, especially as a new parent. And it’s good advice, but sometimes when I’ve tried to follow it, I’ve ended up missing out on the moment, ironically.
So this song is a way of saying, it’s okay that the moment won’t last, because we’ll have our memory.
Video’s above, and lyrics are below.
The Golden Past
In the moonlight, I run my fingers through your hair,
I touch the silver I see there -- a glancing blow, from the Milky Way.
I feel your heartbeat, with your chest so close to mine.
The rhythm is different but I think they rhyme -- like a poet's line.
And I know that we cannot make this moment last --
but that's okay, 'cause I know one day, it will find its way, to live inside the golden past.
When you kiss me, underneath the pouring rain,
I feel the thunder of a train -- traveling, through a darkened plain.
We take shelter, underneath an old oak tree.
I give you warmth as you warm me -- the fire of a perfect harmony.
And I know that we cannot make this moment last --
but that's okay, 'cause I know one day, it will find its way, to live inside the golden past.
Memory's not a photograph;
but that doesn't mean it lies;
instead of fact we can gather truth;
like the kind that's right before our eyes.
We go swimming; though the water feels like ice,
racing with you always feels nice -- there and back, to the rocky shore.
You make coffee, in our fragile old French press.
We leave our towels in a mess -- we'll clean it up, on another day.
And I know that we cannot make this moment last --
but that's okay, 'cause I know one day, it will find its way, to live inside the golden past.
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