Wherever you go
the smell of memories follows me
and when i feel low
i try to hunt spirits
in the dead streets

time fades out
anyhow anyway
time fades out
anyhow anyway

there is not so much to say...

hey will you care?
will you stare?
will you look at me sometimes?
(repeat*3)

I d serve my head upon a plate
and change around the words I d say
until they suit you right
now they suit you right

wherever I go
the smell of memories follows me