James Kaye - Memories Are Gone (nr. 6) lyrics

rate me

I can see the trouble, they told me you’ve meat see somebody

Since the begging of summer …

So don’t ask me my opinion about you obviously don’t love ‘em

You say that he’s a really good guy but a really good guy…

I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don’t have to lie

You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm

Know that every tear is a memory of him

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms

Let the poor out tell the memories are gone

You can cry, you can cry, you can cry until into his arm

Know that every tear is a memory of him

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms

Let the poor out tell the memories are gone

You’re love is so fucking

You’ve been thinking of me every time

That two of you are fucking I know

Baby I know it’s hard, hard in every relationship there’s scars

Baby just tell me something, can you look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing?

I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don’t have to lie

You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm

Know that every tear is a memory of him

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms

Let the poor out tell the memories are gone

I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don’t have to lie

You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm

Know that every tear is a memory of him

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms

Let the poor out tell the memories are gone

You can cry, just let it rain, until all memories are gone

I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don’t have to lie

You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm

Know that every tear is a memory of him

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms

Let the poor out tell the memories are gone

I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don’t have to lie

You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm

Know that every tear is a memory of him

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms

Let the poor out tell the memories are gone