Smell

Is this the part where the brain scan shows where memories reside?
 Some ambiguous shape in me, suddenly producing light
 Triggered like a tripwire every time I breathe it in
 Isn't it strange that a lilac tree is what unlocks where I've been?
 Like a time machine rebuilds the past, my memories return
 Like remembering the ashes before they burn
 It is the friction that lights a match
 Desperate attempts that make it last
 So I hold my breath for as long as I can
 But before long, the wind swells in
 I started a fight I could never win
 But I will hold on as long as I can
 It vanishes against my will
 The light goes out, my heart goes still
 And just like that, I believe in ghosts
 Time and space are at my back
 Performing disappearing acts
 Now I can't escape the smell of smoke
 The research says that the only way to keep memories intact
 Is to lock them away and close the door until countless years have passed
 I guess that explains why the strangest things can conjure up the past
 And forgotten time will find its long way back
 As thin as air, as light as snow
 Some combination of the unknown
 But it doesn't matter, I just know I need more
 'Cause I feel like I've been sleeping through the better part of this
 Laying dormant through an endless winter that doesn't even exist
 It's gravity in an hourglass
 Responsible for the avalanche
 And the loudest silence that I've ever heard
 A memory clear as a bell
 A story that I will try to tell
 But maybe this time, without words