Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don’t be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Chorus:
When I swear that I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
–Instrumental–
Memory ah… Memory ah… Memory ah… Memory ah…
Chorus:
When I swear that I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
(Memory ah…Memory ah….)
(Matraca Berg, Jim Photoglo, Harry Stinson) You turn around Then you ask me behind tears…
A plan is full of words that never seem to work I careless about the…
They tell you this, They tell you that, With their fingers crossed behind their backs.…
Senden başka yar bilmem ömür boyu gözüme Bak de yeter bakarım başım gözüm üstüne İster…
(words & music: D. Snider) Oh know, that girl, she's lookin' so fine I know…
Yalnız ve sonsuz donuk bir yolda, ilerliyorum Üşüyorum, üzülmüyorum Soğukluklar bir gün biter diyorum Cansız…