Lyrics

Save the memories of your lover
She's appearing to you on a cornerstone of the back roads of your mind

Stake your claim in if there's a later,
'Cause forever means really nothing to me, and I don't think it ever did

You know time waits for no one at all
I'm thinking of writing a book of prose...
For you to bury your Roman nose into again

Sages speak your name as if it's a prayer
In infinite sermons on mountaintops for all their disciples to hear

You know time waits for no one at all
Oh, I'm thinking of writing a book of prose
For you to bury your Roman nose in...

Phantasms won't hurt you --
At least not in the same way that my words do
So, I'm sorry for everything -- e-ver-y thing; yes, it's true

We are the dreamers -- the murderous believers
The zero-day machina came and preached us into schemers
My little nightmare, oh, there's no need to be scared
The zero-day machina came and brought to naught our lair

Save the memories of your lover
She's appearing to you on a cornerstone of the back roads of your mind