Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be. 

As a friend, as a trend, I as an old enemy.

Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late. 

Take a rest, as a friend, as an old enemy. 

Memoria, memoria, memoria. 

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be. 

As a friend, as a trend, as an old enemy. 

Memoria, memoria, memoria. 

And I swear that I don't have a gun. 

No, I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun. 

Memoria, memoria, memoria, memoria. 

And I swear that I don't have a gun. 

No, I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun. 

No, I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun.

Det här är en av de låtar som jag missbrukat mest. Troligtvis pga. tabulaturen, och den raspiga rösten, och texten som är så enkel - men ändå så fin.