Текст песни Gillian Carter Memoirs

memories still haunt my dreams, and every time I think about the way it used to be I hear the sound of gentle music that plays inside my head, no memory has lost its meaning. Your living a lie, trapped inside. Your words have two meanings like an angel in the snow. Dismal thoughts and emotions, in my adolescence nothing ever fades away. Your words still haunt my dreams. Those words still haunt my dreams.