Is it the color that you want?
I mean, you truly digging down underground
Is it the corner that your funniest things of your memories?
It's the foolish damn liar
A little bruise inside that I'll take you home
And then I waiting for the emergency call
Why don't you close your eyes and throw all away of your memory?
Your memory
Your memory
The memory
And then I gonna myself
To calling back to my heart
The end, I gonna myself
To coming back to my heart
Is it the color that you want?
I mean, you truly digging down underground
Is it the corner that your funniest things of your memories?
It's the foolish damn liar
A little bruise inside that I'll take you home
And then I waiting for the emergency call
Why don't you close your eyes and throw all away of your memory?
Your memory
Your memory
The memory
And then I gonna myself
To calling back to my heart
The end, I gonna myself
To coming back to my heart