Låttexter
Good Lord, have mercy
Twenty-seven years have left me
Aimless and run down
Living in a world of self-doubt
So I call up my old friends
I'm trying to avoid this silence
And I can't hide from bad dreams
Where I think I'm turning
Into
A memory
Into
A memory
Hold tight, don't worry
Finally, some life returning
Midnight comes easy
Something in the air reminds me
Changes will happen
I'm never gonna be where I've been
And I can't hide from bad dreams
Where I think I'm turning
Into
A memory
Into
A memory