(1.2.3.1.2.3)

Walking through memories with your father
Most are racing and fun
Other then that one
That time, he made a break for the door
Well now, your mother she doesn't laugh anymore

Now you're walking on hot coals
And they burn just like your tongue
So sick of saying goodbyes
It's the only thing you've done with your life

Well you're laying out in that graveyard
That you used to call your home
Were the family has died
But the memories dance with life
The music just plays
To keep those nightmares away
While pain's rays shine
From remembrance of time
The pictures just hang, like calender days
They will not cross themselves
No, they will not cross themselves

(1.2.3.1.2.3)