Our memories Well, they can be inviting, But some are altogether mighty frightening as we die, both you and I with my head in my hands I sit and cry. Don´t speak I know just what you´re saying, so please stop explaining don´t tell me cause it hurts. Don´t speak I know what you´re thinking I don´t need your reasons Don´t tell me cause it hurts. It´s all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are. You and me I can see us dying...are we?