Stories
CHARLIE WINSTON · Curio City 2015 · Track 12 of 12
Written by Charlie Winston
There... Waiting on the stairs Watching as the plates Took away our only home In and out the door Through the restaurant Forbidden land we'd sneak across Better not get caught
Hope... Hope was all we had That soon she'd take a break And come and dry my sister's tear Nothing for us here Nothing we could touch We only wanted love
But I wouldn't take it back I'll leave it in the past And even if it brings a tear to my eye I'll never take it back I've come to understand it all Memories make up stories to be told I hope mine live before I get old
Late... Waiting for the end Another angry day Too many scared to speak a word For fear it might be heard And turned into another bomb shell Going off in the hell-tel
But I wouldn't take it back It's made me who I am And even if it brings a tear to my eye I'll never take it back I've come to understand it all Memories make up stories to be told I hope mine live before I get old
I'll never take it back I've come to understand it all Memories make up stories to be told Memories make up stories to be told I hope mine live before I get old I hope mine live before I get old I hope mine live before I get old