[Verse 1] You know you could use those to paint The more your confused with a saint The quarter you lose to the floor Bought this morn Do not disappear from before A motive is clearly décor A motive for an opposite way Replay [Hook] The love I leave is mine to be If I would find a future free Without it I'm a member of a memory The final feeling I believe Would bind a ceiling on a tree Without it I'm a member of a memory