Last evening, i turned by the pages of time
And tore out the chapters when you were mine
I attempted to cut out the memories of you
And paste in some new ones, far better an' true
True
I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts
For the one with the caption: «till death do us part.»
I ripped at each letter an' i tore at each word
I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard
Nobody heard
But your memory’s determined, and chances are few
Of my ever finding a replacement for you
It depserately clings to the floor of my mind
And fights for its place in the pages of time