Through Memory's Eyes Songtext
von Mycelia

Marvell! Always a pleasure!
All mine, how are you?
Do you want to know?
I guess, I don′t; listen have you seen Ava recently?
I thought she was with you, quite generally speaking
Have you seen her?
No
Fahrer told me, she'd been here with some unknown man
Ooh Marv, are you jealous?
Maybe she′s with him. It would help to know who he is
I don't know nothing; I have my own life to live, you know.
My own mornings. my own nights.
You're her best friend!
And how would you know?
She told me so.
Ha, you know her; I like her,
I trust her, but does it matter to her?
No, I tell her everything. Does she tell me anything?
No, you might as well befriend the wind; this is the way we work.
I don′t complain, but I don′t know a thing about her,


Not a single thing
Maybe that's why you′re her best friend
Don't get cute with me Marv
I mean it
Look, the past weeks we got to know this guy.
Glenister is the name.
He′s probably the guy Fahrer saw Ava with
Who is he?
He is with the Ultrahydraulists
Oh nice, oh nice, of course it had to be a terrorist
You don't know what they do
Well, as far as i know they kill people.
Accidents at the workplace; they′re actually very interesting
Yeah, right of course
Do you want me to help you or not?
Guess I do
So listen; Ava talked to me about joining them, maybe she did
Fuck!
If you want to find her look for the Ultrahydraulists
I suppose they are well hidden
Look for them in the melting library;
Maybe you'll find them maybe not.
They're like a flock of birds, obscure dark birds.
They find no value in presence
I′ll have to try it out. I follow every lead, every trace.
Maybe way back isn′t over yet
Way back is more than over; you could have had me, you know it.
I was ready. I would have saved you.
You could have been any wilderness.
I would have been the map
It is not up to you to save me
I was a loving caring thing, you know,
But you never were one for those were you;
You preferred your women bladelike.
You wanted them: elegant, dangerous, maseratic and,
If possible, rich with a famous father
It wasn't a choice.
You love her because she moved through your days
Like a senseless knife cutting threads, cutting sinew
I cut all of it myself;
I was afraid you were afraid it wouldn′t have worked out;
Ava was never afraid.
She was a dream in the middle of a nightmare
Being afraid means thinking you are afraid of thought
It doesn't pay to understand what you cannot change
This is exactly the kind of bullshit
That led us to this point in history
Madeleine, please, not again, it is not worth it!
There are whole libraries of grief
Madeleine, please!
Archives of doom - waiting to be opened
I never wanted this!
Nobody wanted it.
It wanted itself, but everyone was a part of it.
It is one big organism
Please!
.And we are but strange ganglions in the dark
I am off! This is useless!