I had to choose to murder you
So crazy days won‘t drag me down
I thought it through and wrote it down
So you could see and you could feel

Memories marching down the road
While life at seas and harbours grow
I‘m getting old
I‘m getting cold too

I see them all so cristal clear
The reasons why you had to die
Remember when we used to clash
So many days were filled with pain

I see you walking down the road
While life at seas and harbours grow
I‘m getting old too
I‘m getting cold too

Please get me out
No way....

Please get me out
No way....

Memories marching down the road
While life at seas and harbours grow
I‘m getting old too
I‘m getting cold too