I'm writing on a paper Yellowed by time Trying to find the rhythm, trying to find the rhyme Tracing the floorplans of a house made of ghosts Of the things I've loved And lost the most The ink is fading, but the lines are deep Built on the secrets that I used to keep It's not just a sketch It's not just a dream It's the soul's architecture Or so it would seem This is the blueprint of a memory! The architecture of everything we used to be! Drawn in the dust, etched in the bone A kingdom of whispers on a crumbling throne! In the blueprint of a memory! Every brick is a heartbeat, every window a scar I'm mapping out the distance to who we really are I see the kitchen light From twenty years ago The blueprints say: Stay, but the clock says: Go We're engineering hope through the wreckage of years A cathedral of laughter And a river of tears You can't tear it down! You can't burn it out! It's the only home I have left to talk about! This is the blueprint of a memory! The architecture of everything we used to be! Drawn in the dust, etched in the bone A kingdom of whispers on a crumbling throne! In the blueprint of a memory! So tell me Does the blueprint remain? Still here