For The Memory of Love

*clears throat*
Fuck

The last time I saw her
I stood tall and played the role

The great architects' [supposed?] intel has fallen
It ended in Chicago on the phone
And it took two years
For my contempt to turn to compassion

And she cried "I will not survive without you"
And she cried "I will not survive without you"

And I would like to think that everything is OK
(That it's) not just broken wings beneath my heels
And I would like to think that everything is OK
(That it's) not just broken wings beneath my heels

She needs more to survive this
Memory of love
I need more to forget this
Memory of love

Will it ever end?

In life you have to choose your own pain
Especially when it comes to the memory of love