Rated X Spiritualized

If memory was written down
I'd cut it up and cross it out
'Cause memory holds the hurt inside
All the pain and all the lies

And you might think that the past is through
But the past goes right on through
And memory holds the hurt inside
Regret creeps up on you

So put your hand into my hand
And baby we'll forget
That life had even started
Before our hands had met