Alice کے بول

You never took the time to know me, Memories of smoking apple-mint. Holding your hand beneath the table, Reaching for more than i would get. Your kiss is burning through my memory, Frozen in time inside my head. Napkins and lipstick and nightclub promises. I recall every word you said. No longer holding on, To something i knew was wrong. So why can't i forget this girl called alice? I met you after your show on saturday, You wore your hair in golden rays. How could i know that i'd lose you by sunday? I know i'll never forget your face. No longer holding on, To something i knew was wrong. So why can't i forget this girl called alice? No longer holding on, To something i knew was wrong. So why can't i forget this girl called alice?