Why is it always, when I open my mouth I clash with whatever you do When we dance together your rhythm and tempo Cuts through my quick step and tune You cry, i, i, can't take anymore But you can't find the bloody door Oh you might think we're free 'til we slip back into memory
We're joined by a purpose that will not release us 'til we have come to some terms Some love and acceptance, not hate and repentance These skills are things to be learned You cry, i, i, can't take anymore But you can't find the bloody door
Oh you might think we're free 'til we slip back into memory
I love you so I'm stuck, can't you let go Let's try again This time we will be friends I cannot change All my tracks have been laid Playin' the game It's just, it's just a memory
Printer Friendly Version
