Everything's a Memory
Everything's a memory,
With strings attached to you.
In my dreams I only recall the few,
and so long I hear the symphony,
No smell of new will erase you.
What did you do?
I spoke to a madman.
With strings attached to you.
In my dreams I only recall the few,
and so long I hear the symphony,
No smell of new will erase you.
What did you do?
I spoke to a madman.