Memeo

Get it and go, let's hide in the city Old lady won't, with the modest home drone Tell her sorry but I have to go It's life without living And I'm feeling the low But a memory, echoing, something from the future sings Memeo- I’m sick of the sun is setting low Memeo- I’m sick of the sun is setting low Oh, these fractions of fevers, are killing bone Dynamite and cyanide alike Won't fracture the feeling I'm ready to go But a memory, echoing, something from the future sings Something from the future sings Memeo- I’m sick of the sun is setting low Memeo- I’m sick of the sun is setting low Taking it too far Pushing and they're pulling and they're tearing me apart Bring me back around Like my (?) continue the heart (?) they're taking it too far Come and bring me back around Every waking night I'm tearing up the walls Thought I saw the light but never heard the call I'm dizzy and the highs leave me high below Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Memeo- I’m sick of the sun is setting low Memeo- I’m sick of the sun is setting low