Old photographs Black and white convictions I remember the way you were facing this restriction Old pieces of paper Memories to fight over Self-interest and loss There's nothing to remember We tried to look back We never told your family Nothing to keep back We lived up to your memory Sayonara, old Singapore Dancing women in barrooms, Probably not around anymore Tattoos of sinking ships Silver, long bruised black Some old photographs Fixing history won't get it back Never told anyone We never told the family We tried to live up, To live up to your memory I don't believe in anything I ever said or did The pain you kept buried Life you kept hid I live up to nothing There's nothing to live up to Just a rage that's buried And a silence to live through We never told anyone We never told a soul Never saw you get free We lived up to your memory We lived up to your memory I don't believe in anything I ever said or did