

Dust on the windowpane
Boxes of things we left behind
Spools of magnetic tape
Spinning the years back in my mind
Oh, let the record play
Singing the songs we used to know
Lost in the attic fade
Beautiful
ghosts from long ago
Ink on a faded page
Letters that time began to wear
Caught in this quiet cage
Wishing that you were standing there
Oh, let the record play
Singing the songs we used to know
Lost in the attic fade
Beautiful ghosts from long ago (hummmm)