Letra da Música: Forgotten (Peel Session) - The Crimea

What ever happened to Tuesday, it's so slow.
Furious anger, found love in the big smoke.
Victorious evil up to it's usual no good.
In the beggining, life was all sweet talk in Bluebell Wood.

Silouettes of kids in fall
like little rabbits on the wall.
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...

Not that we don't care, not that we're not driven to distraction.
Death is our first love, killing our only passion.
Victorious evil up to it's usual no good.
In the beggining, life was all sweet talk in Bluebell Wood.

Sillouettes of kids in fall
like little rabbits on the wall.
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah....

Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...