Why is it always, when I open my mouth

I clash with whatever you do

When we dance together your rhythm and tempo 

Cuts through my quick step and tune

You cry, I, I, can't take anymore

But you can't find the bloody door

Oh you might think we're free

'Til we slip back into memory



We're joined by a purpose that will not release us

'Til we have come to some terms

Some love and acceptance, not hate and repentance

These skills are things to be learned

You cry, I, I, can't take anymore

But you can't find the bloody door



Oh you might think we're free

'Til we slip back into memory



I love you so

I'm stuck, can't you let go 

Let's try again 

This time we will be friends 

I cannot change

All my tracks have been laid 

Playin' the game 

It's just, it's just a memory 



Lost in memory 

Here's to memory