Memories are all we leave. Fragments of lost melancholy. Traces of a generation gone. Tiny pieces of broken glass. Sh-sh-sh-shining like golden glitter. Looking up at the dying stars. Unloved by all who pass this way. I never really got a chance to say. Like islands in the stream. That get washed away. One more time in. The ghetto you see. I convinced myself. That I don't walk the line. I've never deserted. By luck or by design. A song for the sadness. To clear away the madness. A song for the sadness. A song for the sadness. He made me with a true kindness. That I still feel runs through my flesh. Out of us time made such a mess. I can't ignore and I must confess. Like islands in the stream. That get washed away. One more time in. The ghetto you see. I convinced myself. That I have walked a line. I've never deserted. By lack or by design. A song for the sadness. To clean away the badness. A song for the sadness. A song for the sadness. A song for the sadness. To clean away the madness. A song for the sadness. A song for the sadness