'll always be on my mind Oceans of sadness That's all you're leaving behind In loving memory you will always be A part of me inside In loving memory
Traducció: T-Spoon. In Loving Memory.
you ain't got" But I used to love you a lot She used to love me with a love that wouldn't die Lookin' at her now I can't believe she said goodbye It
The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everyone is makin' love Or
out the sound of raingod's dancing, Empty playgrounds, empty bars, I can't remember how it was before the flood when all I had to do was recognise the love
front of me Now she don't dans to tekno, anymore U don't dans to Tekno anymore U don't dans to Tekno anymore U don't dans to tekno, So sad since you
kissed her lips in a perfumed pavillion But I have not giving up on love But I have not giving up on love Love... sweet love... sweet love
't got no culture, nothing, dirty words, but that don't count flight attendants, waitresses, superstition, good amount there's work to do, hell to pay, memories
[Intro] I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and fucking get me, motherfucker Yeah, break, start the song now
a friendship She can't live her life without me as a friend I can't figure out why I give a damn to what she wants I don't understand the now before the
for the love of the tune I do it for the bosses under dogs and goons the ones that lost they job and went to the spoon I do it in memory of quarter juices
've never been sorry for the way I was raise The enemy fewer And the love that I made was a symbol of the times A celebration of the wine, I made a memory
, but sometimes the light Can be so hard to find At least the moon at the window-- The thieves left that behind People don't know how to love They taste
sometimes the light Can be so hard to find At least the moon at the window The thieves left that behind People don't know how to love They taste it
we're gonna lose If we can't get through this one blue day If we can just borrow Some from hope, from tomorrow Or steal some sweet memories from the
an aimless girl, a geographic memory. Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery. Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song. Camala who couldn't
, but sometimes the light Can be so hard to find At least the moon at the window- The thieves left that behind People don't know how to love They taste
So tender Remember November sweet pretender Catapulted, insulted Roses returned to sender Created, now faded Memory of love concentrated I'm jaded, aggravated
