| Song | Not Just Words |
| Artist | The Black Heart Procession |
| Album | The Spell |
| 作曲 : Black Heart Procession | |
| Days peel off and pass away | |
| Like souvenirs from a distant place | |
| Postcards from your memories | |
| Just like an old love line | |
| Or dividing wall that fell | |
| This'll never be forgotten | |
| These are not just words | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| The smoke and script changed through the years | |
| The stories blend and lies were fed | |
| I know some things can't be explained | |
| Just like an old scar | |
| Or this thorn in my side | |
| This'll never be forgotten | |
| These are not just words | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| I'll try to remember | |
| The things we said | |
| I'll try to remember | |
| The things we said | |
| Of all these things we have forgotten | |
| There are no "just words" |
| zuò qǔ : Black Heart Procession | |
| Days peel off and pass away | |
| Like souvenirs from a distant place | |
| Postcards from your memories | |
| Just like an old love line | |
| Or dividing wall that fell | |
| This' ll never be forgotten | |
| These are not just words | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| The smoke and script changed through the years | |
| The stories blend and lies were fed | |
| I know some things can' t be explained | |
| Just like an old scar | |
| Or this thorn in my side | |
| This' ll never be forgotten | |
| These are not just words | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| Do you remember | |
| The things we said? | |
| I' ll try to remember | |
| The things we said | |
| I' ll try to remember | |
| The things we said | |
| Of all these things we have forgotten | |
| There are no " just words" |