The memories that we treasure are captured in a picture. Frozen moments we cherish in a sea we call life. Photographs remain young to remind us of what we were and to remind us of what we can’t have anymore. But be careful, because only illusions of these untouched moments may stray your mind. And then you will be living neither for the future nor the present, but for the past. And living in the past is a maelstrom that draws you down. When you are drowning in your blood, you’re lying in the mud. Keep on holding his hand, you now can understand. You see your body from beyond, your darkest beauty has spawned. Faring these wild oceans, all your oafish, hopeful notions. And now everything comes to an end, mistakes were made my friend. Only the memories will mend, your heart will remember, your mind will pretend. Upon the altar where he lost the pain of scattered thoughts. The demons in his head, cannot be silenced. A ghost is what is left, broken and frightened. The echo from the past, the promise didn't last. Through her tears, his mirage - broken memories, left a broken man. As he writes this song nostalgia comes along. Upon the altar where he lost the pain of scattered thoughts. Melancholy and disgrace, modus vivendi. And then it was November, a long time to remember. Her last word “surrender”, in her hands he found shelter. Remember - night under the stars! Remember - melodies falling apart! Remember - sound of your guitar! Remember - her voice as she sang! Drown the voices in my head, haunt the strange place that she left. Kiss good night her corpse that bled, drop by the accident that left you dead. The demon raging in his hide, all soothing thoughts denied. Just shattered bones remain, a frail ghost in pain. His wrath and anger all consumed, the rest of humanness assumed. A soul scorched by the fires of hell, the past has left this charred shell. And now everything comes to an end, mistakes were made my friend. Only the memories will mend, your heart will remember, your mind will pretend.