Memory wise
Memory flies
Memory barely satisfies
The past steals
It's a passing
you call the shots
it's in your face
you don't have to
Every call you never made, every call you waited for,
I can feel the ache and
I can feel it breaking
One
The flesh in your hands, the flesh in your command
the past a dream
the past no meaning
today was fine
so don't
one two three
forward
we can hit the floor now
forget
everything i've told
Take me
You only want the one that leaves you shaking
Take
I've seen a ceiling of screens
Shaped like clouds in the
Under the sky, the cold morning light,
I called out your
the light out
we don't talk
the light out
we sleep now
the door
I was lost, I was hurt,
I was trapped out at
Go fast
Go slow
Go sly
Go low
Where the hell you wanna be?
All
pull me from the cold and
pass me to your shoulders
keep
You've got your sights set
Programmed, you'll never tell
I see a
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