Medieval - Her's

They’re calling it a crime

You give yourself to it

Taking your love for lies

Subdued to fit their will

Off you go to your childhood home

Off you go but behind closed doors

This could be

A memory

Of mine (x4)

I never felt that fine

I’m never giving up

I’m always on your side

But now that’s not enough

Slowly dying in this awkward room

Slowly dying, little did they know

This could be

A memory

Of mine (x4)

Where did I go wrong

I don’t want to know

When did I go wrong

I don’t want to know