ERASE
Down the end of Lonely Road,
lives a girl I used to know,
she belongs to yesterday,
but yesterday wonīt go away.

Memories still kick around,
Around enough to get me down.
My heart wonīt heed common sense,
even when I say in self defence

Erase, Erase, she was just a silly craze.

Now those days are dead & gone
Gone to where all dead days belong
Numbers on a calendar
No I wonīt believe That I was there

I check data on the screen
I push controls to wipe it clean
Iīve got to do it, I canīt go back
Gotta paint my memory black