Whatever happened to your faith and dedication?
|
Your wish to demolish the white city walls.
|
I heard you a hundred times saying i feel unstoppable,
|
and now you're gone like you've already seen it all.
|
|
It's funny how people grow and change.
|
I guess it's inevitable,
|
we all go on different ways.
|
In the end, my dear friend.
|
Memories remain.
|
|
Whatever happened to the will and to the message?
|
Your second home, your love for the microphone.
|
To me it looks as if you're radio controlled.
|
No longer tuning in underground radio.
|
|
-----------------
|
Memories Remain
|
| Bombshell Rocks |
