A memory trace Was the blackest mistake The paradox Emotions evade As they call me out With whatever they have to say Burn them down and see what is left of the flame By morning it'll be done A memory trace Was the blackest mistake A memory trace Was the blackest mistake Unorthodox Motionless haze Through barren lands I still wish you felt the same Burn them down and see what is left of the flame By morning it'll be done ♪ Last restraint is made out of clay ♪ By morning I'll be done By morning I'll be done By morning I'll be done By morning I'll be done A memory trace Was the blackest mistake A memory trace Was the blackest mistake A memory trace Was the blackest mistake A memory trace Was the blackest mistake