If your memory serves you well We're going to meet again and wait So I'm going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will
If your mem'ry serves you well We were goin' to meet again and wait So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive
My mind's falling down endless tunnels until I find myself in the void Somewhere down there I could hear them calling me through walls of silence I heard
I am in a strange room On an everlasting wheel I am now an object And I feel an object's pain I am not alone I am not alone I am in a strange room On
(This whole tune is full of whispering and background vocals...If you can make them out, and they're right...I may just send you a small cash reward.)
Seems like everywhere I look There's another version of the same old book And someone telling me it's new Every song on my radio Sounds like one I heard
From the Albums: * Lovesweat * Naked II If your memory serves you well We were goin' to meet again and wait So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And
People have the right to fly And will when it gets compromised Their hearts say "Move along" Their minds say "Gotcha heart" Let's move it along Let's
I could walk this fine line between elation and success We all know which way I'm going to strike the stake between my chest So, you have to prove yourself
This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire If your memory serves you well We're gonna meet again and wait So I'm gonna pack all my
How long was I asleep? When did we plan to meet? Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black? Do you still want me back? I'll pick
If your memory serves you well We were gonna meet again and wait So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will
If your memory serves you well We were going to meet again and wait So I'm going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive
My friend you were a model, a priceless work of art. Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of you heart. And I heard you wrote that record
If your mem'ry serves you well, We were goin' to meet again and wait, So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late. No man alive
I could walk this fine line between elation and success, but we all know which way I'm going to go strike the stake between my chest. Well "You have to