That's not how it ever was

That's not how it's meant to be

Not now, not ever

Memories are meant to be

Truth as real as what I see

But now it's never

Mandela, Mandela, Mandela

Eyes were windows to the soul

But they're basically black holes

Escaping? Nothing

Memories are meant to be

Truth as real as what I see

But now it's never, forever-ever