Selective Memories Songtext
von The Death Set

Rock, paper, scissors, gun
Forgot my courage, bought some
Easy times and good time won
Is that why you think too much?
Remember how much we laughed
But those selective memories are
Easy tools to stop us from thinking about now so

Woah, next time I′ll know
If this shit will get done
Remember that promise to yourself
But that feeling's still stuck and bit by bit it rears up
But it′s time to look up 'cause what choice have I got?


Rock, paper, scissors, gun
Forgot my courage, bought some
Easy times and good time won
Is that why you think too much?
Remember how much we laughed
But those selective memories are
Easy tools to stop us from thinking about now so

Woah, next time I'll know
If this shit will get done
Remember that promise to yourself
But that feeling′s still stuck and bit by bit it rears up
But it′s time to look up 'cause what choice have I got?

It was like it was etched in the sky
Plain to see for you and I
It was like it was etched in the sky
Plain to see for you and I
It was like it was etched in the sky
Plain to see for you and I
It was like it was etched in the sky
Plain to see for you and I