The Memory Remains
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back
And can't the band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black...
But the memory remains
Yeah
Faded prima donna yeah, yeah
(solo)
Dance little tin goddess dance