Below the streets of several major European cities are tunnels and caves, dug by hand hundreds of years ago to store the dead, amongst other uses. These catacombs are parts of the city few dare to roam. A maze of corridors leading in many directions.
Thoughts can sometimes feel like a maze of corridors, especially when we allow our minds to take us in directions that may not be necessarily in our best interests. I feel that dreams can often be our minds way of reconciling and refocusing these thoughts. Helping us to find our way through the catacombs.
I’d like to thank the always amazing Ben Crosby for his great suggestions on the arrangement for this song.
Image above is believed to be in the public domain.
Catacombs
copyright 2021 Steve Smith (SOCAN)
I don’t know when things started changing
Some days the fog takes time to lift
Some days my thoughts need re-arranging
Each memory a precious gift
I walk the cobbled streets and alleyways
Stones laid by hand so long ago
But the sculpted city hides it secrets
In a maze of tunnels far below
Walk through the catacombs
Catacombs of my mind
Catacombs, catacombs
Lost in the catacombs
Catacombs of my mind
Catacombs, catacombs
If only thoughts could be like diamonds
I’d be the richest man around
Tossed and scattered through the wasteland
And just waiting to be found
I venture through the moonlit city
Shadows stretched by old streetlights
Warm winds drift along the promenade
To join the creatures of the night
Drift through the catacombs
Catacombs of my mind
Catacombs, catacombs
Lost in the catacombs
Catacombs of my mind
Catacombs, catacombs
Well, I’ve never strolled the Champs-Élysées
And I’ve Never climbed the steps in Rome
But every night in my dreams, yeah
I wander through those catacombs