Letras:
Sense Field Memory

a memory And when I'm free, you're nothing but a memory And when I'm free, you're nothing but a memory I hope my memory fades, I hope my memory fades

little lower. The grass covers us. But statues, here, they stand, simple as horizon. Statements, yes - but what they stand for is long fallen. Angels of memory

Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory

waters rise I've ridden each tide from the gates of the city where the first born died And I might have been queen I remember the girl in the fields

worlds The flame of war desire burns inside my soul. Spellbound by this blind passion In battle lust my mind is drowned Red is the path:to the war field

the setting, the first and final breaths, and the product of the stars. I am some immortal and pointless dust. Two bodies lie in bed for their brief moment together in eternity; the memory

steady state Of suspended animation Blinded by these rays of light Hailing from the sky Senses now return to him Tribulations feeling dim Now a sordid memory

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting

have landed on the shores of santo domingo. The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the town is sleeping And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields