Texty: June Spirit (The). Testing Superstition. Modern Measurements.

Please take my heart, I won't need it anyway, it only takes up space. So rip away these memories, they take me to a place where I am loved and always warm.They feed the pain.Try to, with all your might, to remember happiness, she's with me in my dreams when i'm asleep,I hold her close, and everything's ok. I wish she would just take me now.....Well maybe, i should try and find another....but here it comes again.I see her eyes, i feel her skin.Take me back, back in time, take me to the places i have known, shall know me no more.Take me in your arms and never let me know the pain that comes, when you're all alone