The Records We Never Play

The Records We Never Play
Red, red eyes in the morning
Still sore from yesterday
Our last day, it is dawning
So what do you say?

Well, we could drive to the old house
Pilgrimage to the shrine
Try real hard to remember
What do you say?

Yeah we could look at the photos
Talk them through one by one
And we could share out the records
We never play
We never play

Funny how as we're lying here
Feels just like our first day
Silence goes on forever
So what do you say?

Red, red skies in the morning
Speak of storms in the day
We'll face them on our own now
So what do you say?

Could this day last forever?
What's the secret of love?
The answer lies in the records
We never play
We never play

Funny how as we're lying here
Feels just like our first day
Silence goes on forever
So what do you say?