Song | Memories in F Minor |
Artist | Chronic Future |
Album | Lines in My Face |
作词 : Chronic Future | |
You're the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for | |
The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn't help but stare towards | |
This afternoon you were an only child and a friend to me | |
This evening you're not breathing you're just the seed of a memory | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to you | |
They'll never bring me back to you | |
Uh, never bring me back to you | |
They'll never bring me back to | |
Never bring me back, never bring me back to you | |
My memory remembers presently everything from that night | |
My senses always sensor any awful images or sights | |
But I didn't get to see through the eyes his poor mother did | |
I just ask why she had to be the one to discover him | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to | |
Never bring me back to you, back to you, back to you | |
All I ask is a better day | |
A better way to carry the weight of you | |
I sing this song to remember the days | |
When I wasn't afraid to carry the weight of you | |
To the friend that | |
I love who has different roots of blood | |
We are the earth that makes mud | |
That comes from rain that made the flood | |
We cycle in and out of what our lives are capable of | |
And through it all | |
I thank you for teaching me below and above | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to | |
Never bring me back to you | |
I had a friend who was way too young to die | |
I guess death is one of those things some people do to life |
zuò cí : Chronic Future | |
You' re the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for | |
The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn' t help but stare towards | |
This afternoon you were an only child and a friend to me | |
This evening you' re not breathing you' re just the seed of a memory | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to you | |
They' ll never bring me back to you | |
Uh, never bring me back to you | |
They' ll never bring me back to | |
Never bring me back, never bring me back to you | |
My memory remembers presently everything from that night | |
My senses always sensor any awful images or sights | |
But I didn' t get to see through the eyes his poor mother did | |
I just ask why she had to be the one to discover him | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
Never bring me back to you, back to you, back to you | |
All I ask is a better day | |
A better way to carry the weight of you | |
I sing this song to remember the days | |
When I wasn' t afraid to carry the weight of you | |
To the friend that | |
I love who has different roots of blood | |
We are the earth that makes mud | |
That comes from rain that made the flood | |
We cycle in and out of what our lives are capable of | |
And through it all | |
I thank you for teaching me below and above | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
Memories of better days | |
Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
Memories of yesterdays | |
The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
Never bring me back to you | |
I had a friend who was way too young to die | |
I guess death is one of those things some people do to life |