‘It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all’
‘It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all’
‘It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend On a faulty camera in our minds And I knew that you were a truth...