Mother Of The Disappeared de Bono Vox

Time combs through lies
Like a broken record I sound
When I try to explain
That I cannot explain

You photographed
Then put the picture
Up on the wall
It reminds me of how
Things could be good

Each night when I’m closing my eyes
And try to escape
I know that I
Cannot ignore
This anymore

It sounds a lot
Like a broken
Record I know
When I try to explain
That I cannot explain

Can’t switch it off
I can’t switch it off
And I wish that I could