feel, blessed to receive Be modest and forgiving How does it feel, you can try to hate me But you're only hurting yourself Drifting in your shady memories
to receive Be modest and forgiving How does it feel You can try to hate me But you're only hurting yourself [chorus:] Drifting in your shady memories
번역: Amorphis. 드리프팅 추억.
feel Blessed to receive Be modest and forgiving How does it feel You can try to hate me But you're only hurting yourself Drifting in your shady memories
the things That I could never have Baby you set me Baby you set me Set adrift on memory bliss of you Baby you set me Set adrift on memory bliss I don't drift, my drift
I remember everything Every smile even all the reasons why You say I pushed you out of my life Baby you set me Baby you set me Set adrift on memory bliss of you Baby you set me Set adrift on memory
insane But the memory remains Ash to ash, ash to ash Dust to dust, dust to dust Fade to black, fade to black The memory remains, yeah Like a faded Prima
We drift the shadows and course our way back home Flying home, going home Look me my love, sentences move dancing away We join, we receive As our song memories
layin at night in this big old bed a million thoughts run through my head sometimes i cant even sleep your memory wont let me be even if i drift off
meet up at the swimming hole With marshmallow sticks and our homemade fishing poles And the stars would guide us home, oh, those sweet memories Well, I love those summer days Drifting
exist it flies with music from our lips and steals a kiss and blows it out into the mist where castles stand on cliffs and cobbled streets they wind and drift
Now we return And for an hour these songs ignite But one it sings for you I'd love you for a night more than The memories of broken images And fights more than The memories
turns today I won't let you drift away Conscience fades and some let go But I hang on cause I know When seasons change Memories remain I hold
time when I believed that you belonged to me But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory The more I learn to care for you the more we drift apart
A woman and a child One restless summer We found love, growing wild On the banks of the river, on a well beaten path It's funny how those memories they
