A friend throws a nice one your way when things are getting busy
It takes you by surprise
You like it
It reminds you to listen to the past
The echoes are pleasing and take you there
Your back

And you remember why and how and where it happened
Why it happened
How much you loved it
Why you did it
Why it mattered in the first place and how it developed in such a clean sample

Was the product of it all worth it
Or was it the process that mattered?
Was it the process that really had your heart in bits?

I am in that sound again
Thinking of ways to bring it out again
Again

Back again