[Originally by Soft Machine] I know I cannot leave this place full of memories Things like the way they knew us all over town We used to walk the streets
Traduction: Les Mars Volta. Memories.
: [Originally by Soft Machine] I know I cannot leave this place full of memories Things like the way they knew us all over town We used to walk the
the globe and let me out If still I can remember the day that they took you from me Seems like I've been running from your trenchant memory Harp sickle
but your finger got stuck let slip the sound of a cry for help but all was lost on the night you walked palms speak through eyes serve your memory
