Memory Songtext
von Chris Cohen

You know you could use those to paint
The more your confused with a saint
The quarter you lose to the floor
Bought this morn
Do not disappear from before
A motive is clearly décor
A motive for an opposite way Replay
The love I leave is mine to be
If I would find a future free
Without it I′m a member of a memory
The final feeling I believe
Would bind a ceiling on a tree
Without it I'm a member of a memory