Gold music box, your gift to me
Although you're gone it plays our song
My Wind-Up Memory
I turn the key, you're here with me
And once again I'm lost within
My Wind-Up Memory
As the melody starts I'm reminded anew of an emptiness within
But with each note that plays there's a memory of you
So I turn the key and live it again
Gold music box, your gift to me
Although you're gone it plays our song
I close the lid, alone amid
My Wind-Up Memory
© 2005, John Gibbons & Charlie Ray