The Memory is cruel
She's not coming home tonight
she says that she's left forever.
And you're staying in the house
where she's going to live forever.
And the memory is cruel
it reminds there's no one new
time is nothing but a lie
if she's not coming home tonight.
And your sleep will never be as good as it used to be
when the one you love is gone,
when the one you love is gone.
Dadarada......
While you're waiting for the sun
the space around you is very quiet.
So you breath in, close your eyes
you can feel her warmth inviting you to dance...
... she's cruel, she reminds there's no one new
time is nothing but a lie if she's not coming home tonight.
And your sleep will never be as good as it used to be
when the one you love is gone,
when the one you love is gone.
Dadarada......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCPKmCy4LcM
Walls are tired
Walls are tired of holding the same old ceilings,
words have found their way to stay in and they don't let out feelings.
It's written badly but verses say
she's mad and creepy and the rest of things we kind of know.
They say there'll never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees and her obsession about bees.
And with her eyes, that she uses to touch
everything, everything she looks at.
Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee
and the floor can’t stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry.
They say there'll never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees and her obsession about bees.
And with her eyes, that she uses to touch
everything, everything she looks at.
Don't stay longer,
don't stay longer,
don't stay longer,
don't stay,
don't stay longer
staring at her eyes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i72FnIbhxMk
