Lunariou - Memory Thief
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Lunariou - Memory Thief
272 просмотра · 10 дней назад
Lunariou
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Lyrics:
Memory...
Memory...
Thief...
I move through the streets where the faces blur,
one touch, one flash, then the past returns.
A birthday candle, a broken door,
a mother’s voice from a year before.
I take what they hide in the back of their eyes,
small little pieces of borrowed lives.
I keep them close, but they never last,
they fall like ashes from someone’s past.
The more I take, the less I know,
these stolen moments come and go.
I hear their names inside my sleep,
but none of them belong to me.
I’m a memory thief,
stealing names from the past.
Every smile that I keep
turns to dust in my hands.
I can feel what they lost,
but I don’t know my name.
I remember their love,
but I don’t feel the same.
Memory, memory,
falling out of me.
Memory, memory,
tell me who I used to be.
Then I saw your face in a stranger’s mind,
standing in rain at the edge of time.
You said my name like you knew my ghost,
like I was the one that you missed the most.
I searched through the fragments, frame by frame,
but all I found was an empty place.
How many hearts did I tear apart,
just to lose the shape of my own heart?
The more I chase, the more I fade,
a shadow wearing borrowed days.
I hear your voice inside my sleep,
saying please come back to me.
I’m a memory thief,
stealing names from the past.
Every smile that I keep
turns to dust in my hands.
I can feel what they lost,
but I don’t know my name.
I remember their love,
but I don’t feel the same.
What if I gave it all back?
Every laugh, every tear, every photograph.
Would there be something left of me,
or just an echo where I used to be?
I took the world to feel alive,
now I’m the one I can’t recognize.
I’m a memory thief,
stealing names from the past.
Every smile that I keep
turns to dust in my hands.
I can feel what they lost,
but I don’t know my name.
I remember their love,
but I don’t feel the same.
Memory, memory,
falling out of me.
Memory, memory,
tell me who I used to be.
Tell me who I used to be...
Memory...
Thief...