Guillermo Veloso - Memory Muscle lyrics

In the dark, scotch in hand Muscle memory Memory muscle The freedom of age Freedom from youth Freedom from immortal fantasy Freedom from whispers in trees You know the names on the tombs And they remember you This has a finish and there Is a peace in that. No tears here I saw the maps in my youth Nights alone in the dark Hands of the old Hands of the new Hands of those to come And I know This has not been wasted time