Always wanna die And I always wanna die sometimes I always wanna die sometimes I always wanna die I bet you thought your life would change But you're sat on a train again Your memories are sceneries For things you said but never really meant

Golden days! In the summertime Golden days Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the memories that we make will never change We'll stay drunk,

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

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

Precious memories how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness, of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold Precious memories, unseen angels Sent from somewhere to my soul How they linger, ever near me And the sacred past unfolds

I just wanted to hold Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations Hold you in my arms You in my arms The ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

She used to love me a lot I saw her through the window today She was sittin' in the Silver Spoon cafe I started to keep going But something made me stop She looked lonely and I knew the cure Old memories would win her heart for sure I thought I'd walk on

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the brush for the wall That's when, into I reach into memories I long to relive those times Those younger

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along