"MEMORIA"

(written by P. Watry)

It is nothing that you don’t want

It’s like a spreading disease

It is nothing that I wanted to have

It just spread into me

It is nothing that I wouldn’t give you

If you said ‘ok’

It is nothing that I’ll keep from you

So I’ll give it to you anyway

And the memories

Flow right through me

Take me back to a time

That I’d rather be

And the memories

It’s like they never existed

It’s like I might have missed it

They flow right out of me

(verse)

(chorus)