Memories In Future Tense - The Church

Last year today seemed a long way away

And ahead of me

A new face and street, people who meet you

Instead of me

They bring you, they take you

They own you, they make you

Last year today you turn and you say

Here’s a dream for me

You close your eyes, the moon starts to rise

And you scream for me

I calm you, I’m with you

What did they ever give you

Memories in future tense

Memories don’t make much sense

Last year today a radio plays

Such a simple song

The music surreal and you almost could feel

That there’s nothing wrong

They bought you, they sold you

And all the things they told you