Sometimes the music fadesSometimes we understand the troubleSometimes the memoryMeans more to you than meSometimes the memory's enoughWell I was your whippin' boyAnd I shot the Sultan leadin' TroyShow me the ins and outsI'll show the world it's doubtsSometimes the doubt in me's enoughWhatever torture, whatever painWhatever hurt you think that I have madeIs there nothin'We can't see or can't convince ourselves?Somethin' that you ignoredGod must've came in through the alleyCalled me the ox for daysBy now it's your mistakeSometime's the tragedy's enoughWhatever torture, whatever painWhatever hurt you think that I have madeIs there nothin'We can't see or can't convince ourselves?Sometimes the music fadesSometimes we understand the troubleSometimes the memoryMeans more to you than meSometimes the memory's enoughSometimes the memory's enough