Memory Bells Lyrics - Singles - Running Red Lights

As I watch the snow fall over Boston, a silver white and blue 

I drink myself back to my youth and try to summon you 

And as the radiator hums a grown-up tune 

A memory, like a radio, is coming through 

A rose-colored window with a 

sentimental view 

You and me high in the burning cold 

Bottle rockets fired up and ready to go 

I remember we were paranoid the whole damn world would blow 

Now every winter sky has tales to tell 

Every stormy night rings a memory bell 

Every snow drop soaking through my shoes 

The memory bells start ringin' and I'm back to you 

Tonight the sky is black as carbon and the stars are shinin' through 

The full moon smiles bright 

polyester, insinuating June 

And while the radiator hums a grown-up tune 

A memory, like a radio, is coming through 

A rose-colored window with a sentimental view 

Rollin' on a blanket on a hot roof top 

Drinkin' whiskey out of empty cans of pop 

Drownin' out the world with your tape deck stereo 

Now every summer sky has tales to tell 

Every starry night rings a memory bell 

Sun kissed sidewalks burnin' through my shoes 

The memory bells start ringin' and I'm back to 

First moves and fixed eyes, 

and drawn-out goodbyes 

Back to the burn of longing bones 

When hearts stopped and lungs filled 

Under half moons on Summer hills 

Aching bodies and nothing in between 

Back to suitcase dreams and Friday plans 

To falling lace in nervous hands 

My sleeveless flowered dress on canyon floors 

Back before time turned on us 

And changed our minds and love to dust 

Before our wounds were too grown-up to mend 

Back before the scent of rain 

and startled memories in my brain 

Of last goodbyes and looks of soft regret 

Back before 

Every teary sky had tales to tell 

Every lonely night rang a memory bell 

Every raindrop kindled thoughts of you 

Before I needed memories to get back, I go back 

When July summer skies have tales to tell 

When ocean melodies rang a memory bell 

Every lazy Sunday afternoon 

Those memory bells start ringin' and I'm back to you