: [Musica: Miguel Gongora / Hernan Yepes] [Instrumental]
the memories race to a higher price to pay Gonna take a trip down memory lane For the millionth time today I'm still waiting Gonna take a trip down memory
: Oh no. You're getting ready for your next show. Rat bones to earth tones, concrete to cobblestones. Here we go. Here we go. There you went. Sit
memory I'll be waitin' for you patiently If you feel the need, just click on me At www.memory If you feel like love, just click on me At www.memory
it is, baby don't move I wanna soak this in, I got a new favorite memory of you Here we go again I've got a new favorite memory of you (Grazie a Geko
more than just a memory can do to me He's more than just a memory of someone I once knew He's more than a memory he's a memory of you Makes no difference
'm a memory I'm a love that you bought for a song I'm a voice on a green telephone I'm a day that lasted so long Close your eyes, I'm a memory (hum)
: Leningrad: "Time,how can I bleeding in these days of loneliness... Voice,how can I singing of an empty cradle song... Eyes,why are you closing if the
Nothing, all around me Nothing, all around me All around me, Just a vision, just a vision Slowly kills me, from inside All that I can see Lost in memory
you girl Take this Melody for a Memory Love in the morning Love in the late afternoon There'll be no words when I leave you girl Just a Melody for a Memory
: (Bowie) The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our hands It was God
down your senses Cover up with all of your pretences See no evil Your eyes are blunted We are the hunters We are the hunted Place it in your memory
sitting in my memory, Hold me, I remember Face me, hidden in my memory, Hold me, I remember I remember Sitting in my memory I remember
: (Instrumental)
: I wouldn't call it time well spent Repeating to myself again Find comfort in an endless stream of moments I don't even care, about the way I feel
: It's battleship grey outside And we dont know what we'll be getting All your sweet talking, raining over me 'til my nameless games, are all set free
