Public Memory Ecco
When I finish with the lion's share
I will go down another road
Admit it with a tiny head
You and them found some oath
Man looking for his only way
Though it's soon impossible
Bat looming when an angel go home
Bout as good as anyone
So moving like a phoneme trial
It concerns a ghost from home
(now) that you have really found your place
Would you say you were the one
Now reeling with a played oath for her
To deserve this lash of hope
Now we were always back on play
Who deserves the world alone
No meter synchs the days
Of all that's staged
To let your color run
Some blowing tattered rags
It reigns you in
Painted in my mind
