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