Ships in the Wind - Chelou

Two ships in the wind

Heading in the wrong direction

There’s a prison within

Buried all of my conviction

My memory, my memory

My memories of you

Are interfering with every indecision

My actions become unordinary

Do I have your permission

Blurred lines with a tunnel vision

I think I’ve overstayed my welcome

Details that I pay no attention

My memory, my memory

My memories of you

Are interfering with every indecision

My actions become unordinary

My memory, my memory

My memories of you

Are interfering with every indecision

My actions become unordinary