Memory Loss (失忆) - The Radio Dept.

It's a trap

Someone's waiting in the tall grass

It's a trap

No one around for miles

But you're all smiles

This disease

I find everything pursuing

I forget that I hate so many things

Like techno clubs

I prefer the queuing

If I curse

If I should accuse you

Please tell me that I'm wrong

If I'm worse

I'm just scared to lose you

I've wanted this too long

Can you please

Tell me what I'm doing

I don't know

Swear I haven't got a clue

It's all new

If I curse

If I should accuse you

Please tell me that I'm wrong

If I'm worse

I'm just scared to lose you

I've wanted this too long