Memory

It’s the first time I miss you.
We met in Miami.
You are in good hands now.
In wich you will flourish.
And show them your wurth.
I get along without you.
No substitude.
You house the ancient gods of Greece,
In the sixth neighbourhood.
Where the music is good.


Rewind to the memory of fast forward.
Rewind, rewind to the good moments in time.
I say you stepped outta line.
When creation’s a crime.

Rewind.
Rewind, rewind
To the vibe along that line
I say you’ve stepped outta line when creation’s a crime


It’s so much harder.
Long distance call.
You have survived many a fall.
You always reminded me of the things I said
No mater.
Say wether,
They were good or bad.


Rewind to the memory of fast forward.
Rewind, rewind to the good moments in time.
I say you stepped outta line.
When creation’s a crime.

Rewind.
Rewind, rewind
To the vibe along that line
I say you’ve stepped outta line when creation’s a crime



It’s the first time I miss you.
We met in Miami.

Rewind to the memory of fast forward.
Rewind, rewind to the good moments in time.
I say you stepped outta line.
When creation’s a crime.
Rewind.
Rewind, rewind
To the vibe along that line
I say you’ve stepped outta line when creation’s a crime


I went fast forward on you,
double speed.
And tried to suply you with the energy you needed.
I know you didn’t sound clean.
But you had all I ever wanted from a tape machine.



I know you’re in good hands now
I know you’re in good hands
I know you’re in good hands.
I know you’re in good hands now
Rewind.
Rewind, rewind.