Texty: Copeland. That Awful Memory Of Yours.

That awful memory of yours what blessing what a curse and all our confessing forgotten every word we're saying from the womb I heard my name on your lips its sounds the same as the many times I've ignored it since that day that awful memory of yours ill never make anyone happy that way telling all the mistakes that I've made but I promise you ill never be the same would you found me like a treasure from a long forgotten time and if you kept me here forever you know I wouldn't mind welcome home oh welcome home you know that id embrace you I was to a shamed to face saying welcome home welcome home you know I want you to be mine you were patient you were fine you were patient you were fine that awful memory of yours what a blessing what a curse of are confessing forgotten every word we're saying from the womb I heard my name on your lips its sounds the same as the many times I've ignored it since that day welcome home oh welcome home you know that I'd embrace you I was to a shamed to face you saying welcome home welcome home