The Camerawalls - Markers of Beautiful Memories
                    	
                    Your face is a welcome interlude
                    Like a lift back into school
                    It’s all hearts and flowers
                    Love’s umpire called time
                    You have taken root in my mind
                    Like a heavenly infection
                    Taking leave of my senses
                    A riot in the heart
                    Come ruin or rapture
                    May we never part
                    A blue mystic light
                    I carry a torch and a pocket guide
                    To the markers of beautiful memories
                    I was given to fits of lost traditions
                    Now I’m living on sealed confessions
                    Oh, such a sweet distress
                    Suspended pipe dreams are touching
                    Revolving and spinning
                    Am I accursed or blessed it’s uncertain
                    Oh, I have faith in my bearings
                    A riot in the heart
                    Come ruin or rapture
                    May we never part
                    A blue mystic light
                    I carry a torch and a pocket guide
                    To the markers of beautiful memories