Vinyl Memories
My mind is just a turntable, dusty vinyl memories,
The record spins and keeps repeating all the things you've said to me,
Now I must agree (now I must agree), now I must agree.
My dreams are just a sweet illusion, castles made of silver sand,
The spider spins a web of safety 'round my coarse and dirty hands,
Now I'm fast asleep (now I'm fast asleep), now I'm fast asleep.
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night,
Whoa Oh
My hope is just a torn cable, all my friends are enemies,
The world spins and keeps repeating all the worst of history,
Now I must believe (now I must believe), now I must believe.
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the light,
Whoa Oh
Hum a sweet melody, deep inside my memory,
And this everlasting dream.
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night,
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the light,
Oh
My mind is just a turntable, dusty vinyl memories,
The record spins and keeps repeating all the things you've said to me,
all the things you've said to me,
all the things you've said to me.
The record spins and keeps repeating all the things you've said to me,
Now I must agree (now I must agree), now I must agree.
My dreams are just a sweet illusion, castles made of silver sand,
The spider spins a web of safety 'round my coarse and dirty hands,
Now I'm fast asleep (now I'm fast asleep), now I'm fast asleep.
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night,
Whoa Oh
My hope is just a torn cable, all my friends are enemies,
The world spins and keeps repeating all the worst of history,
Now I must believe (now I must believe), now I must believe.
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the light,
Whoa Oh
Hum a sweet melody, deep inside my memory,
And this everlasting dream.
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night,
There's nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
Trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the light,
Oh
My mind is just a turntable, dusty vinyl memories,
The record spins and keeps repeating all the things you've said to me,
all the things you've said to me,
all the things you've said to me.
Credits
Writer(s): Eva Holbrook
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