Haunted by the ghost of you Ghost of you Now you're just a memory Memories, memories Everything you said to me, said to me Oh, but now you're dead to me, dead to me Now you're just a memory, memory Now you're just a

Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good

All that's left is a band of gold All that's left of the dreams I hold Is a band of gold Now that you've gone And the memories Of what love could be If you were Still here with me You took me from the shelter of a mother I had never known

Ooh why do we, we have to be Enemies, enemies? Forget all the scars All that they are Memories, memories Oh oh I know it hurts 'cause I feel it too I'm so sick of planning all my nights, nights 'Round avoiding you it’s gotta end We don’t have to love

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you And I'll earn your trust making memories of us I'm gonna be here for you baby I'll be a man of my word Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard I wanna sleep with you forever And I wanna die in

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

Forget our memories Forget our possibilities (Just give me myself back and) What you were changing me into Take all your faithlessness with you Sometimes I'm in disbelief, I didn't know I don't need one more day, of you wasting me away Sometimes I need

I got a feeling I haven’t seen the last of you Staring at the ceiling I’ll have these memories of you in my mind if I don’t go insane And I’ll dream about you girl if I don’t lie here wide awake I know it’s ended, I know it’s finished It’s done but I’m

I will always love you And I will always love you If I should stay I would only be in your way So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you each step of the way Bitter-sweet memories That's all I am taking with me Goodbye, please don't cry

Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was only for me and you Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says She’s on a hunt, cooking