Testo
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 can't take any more
But you can't find the bloody door
Oh you might think we're free
Till we slip back into memory
We're joined by a purpose that will not release us
Till we have come to some terms
Some love and acceptance not hate then repentance
These skills are things to be learned
You cry I can't take any more
But you can't find the bloody door
Oh you might think we're free
Till 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
Playing the game is just a memory
Lost in memory
Into memory
