| Song | Memories in F Minor |
| Artist | Chronic Future |
| Album | Lines in My Face |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chronic Future | |
| You're the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for | |
| The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn't help but stare towards | |
| This afternoon you were an only child and a friend to me | |
| This evening you're not breathing you're just the seed of a memory | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to you | |
| They'll never bring me back to you | |
| Uh, never bring me back to you | |
| They'll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back, never bring me back to you | |
| My memory remembers presently everything from that night | |
| My senses always sensor any awful images or sights | |
| But I didn't get to see through the eyes his poor mother did | |
| I just ask why she had to be the one to discover him | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back to you, back to you, back to you | |
| All I ask is a better day | |
| A better way to carry the weight of you | |
| I sing this song to remember the days | |
| When I wasn't afraid to carry the weight of you | |
| To the friend that | |
| I love who has different roots of blood | |
| We are the earth that makes mud | |
| That comes from rain that made the flood | |
| We cycle in and out of what our lives are capable of | |
| And through it all | |
| I thank you for teaching me below and above | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back to you | |
| I had a friend who was way too young to die | |
| I guess death is one of those things some people do to life |
| zuo ci : Chronic Future | |
| You' re the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for | |
| The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn' t help but stare towards | |
| This afternoon you were an only child and a friend to me | |
| This evening you' re not breathing you' re just the seed of a memory | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to you | |
| They' ll never bring me back to you | |
| Uh, never bring me back to you | |
| They' ll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back, never bring me back to you | |
| My memory remembers presently everything from that night | |
| My senses always sensor any awful images or sights | |
| But I didn' t get to see through the eyes his poor mother did | |
| I just ask why she had to be the one to discover him | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back to you, back to you, back to you | |
| All I ask is a better day | |
| A better way to carry the weight of you | |
| I sing this song to remember the days | |
| When I wasn' t afraid to carry the weight of you | |
| To the friend that | |
| I love who has different roots of blood | |
| We are the earth that makes mud | |
| That comes from rain that made the flood | |
| We cycle in and out of what our lives are capable of | |
| And through it all | |
| I thank you for teaching me below and above | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back to you | |
| I had a friend who was way too young to die | |
| I guess death is one of those things some people do to life |
| zuò cí : Chronic Future | |
| You' re the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for | |
| The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn' t help but stare towards | |
| This afternoon you were an only child and a friend to me | |
| This evening you' re not breathing you' re just the seed of a memory | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to you | |
| They' ll never bring me back to you | |
| Uh, never bring me back to you | |
| They' ll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back, never bring me back to you | |
| My memory remembers presently everything from that night | |
| My senses always sensor any awful images or sights | |
| But I didn' t get to see through the eyes his poor mother did | |
| I just ask why she had to be the one to discover him | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back to you, back to you, back to you | |
| All I ask is a better day | |
| A better way to carry the weight of you | |
| I sing this song to remember the days | |
| When I wasn' t afraid to carry the weight of you | |
| To the friend that | |
| I love who has different roots of blood | |
| We are the earth that makes mud | |
| That comes from rain that made the flood | |
| We cycle in and out of what our lives are capable of | |
| And through it all | |
| I thank you for teaching me below and above | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
| Memories of better days | |
| Turn the pages back to a faded photograph of | |
| Memories of yesterdays | |
| The years' ll pass by but they' ll never bring me back to | |
| Never bring me back to you | |
| I had a friend who was way too young to die | |
| I guess death is one of those things some people do to life |