Small Traces Of Truth Lyrics - Small Traces Of Truth - Lex Zaleta

We knew it all then, 

Back when men were men; 

When every page turned 

Was another lesson learned. 

But time has marched through 

With its steel-toed boots; 

Kicked our dreams aside; 

Left us empty inside. 

We knew it all then, 

Back when men were men; 

When every page turned 

Was another lesson learned. 

But time has tramped through 

With its steel-toed boots; 

Kicked our dreams to the curb; 

Confiscated our verbs. 

Small traces of truth 

Salvaged from our youth, 

Wrapped up in cotton, 

Filed and forgotten. 

And I'm sure that you 

Have done the same too. 

Your reality box 

Has three or four locks. 

If we could go back 

Down another track, 

Time would still find us; 

Strike us down with blindness. 

So we stumble on 

Till our strength is gone; 

Cling to our fading youth 

And small traces of truth. 

Serpents in the garden, 

Demons in the den. 

Seems like all our hard and 

Fast rules die in the end. 

In a world full of lies, 

Sweet innocence cries. 

Small traces of truth 

Remain from our youth, 

Wrapped up in cotton, 

Filed and forgotten. 

And I'm sure that you 

Have done the same too. 

Your reality box 

Has three or four locks.