Текст песни Records in Boston - Live - Caroline Guske , Myra Choo

I hesitate
It may be the final time I drive this way
To your place
It's time
To say goodbye, and return to restraint

You were the best I've known
You made it so hard to go

So how am I gonna keep your records in Boston?
Has all this precious vinyl gone to waste?
Can't return, won't sell or say that I lost them
But I can't even look them in the face
Maybe I'll shut my ears
Through every tune
'Cause how am I supposed to hear these records in Boston
When every song reminds me of you?

Take them away
I don't think you understand the gravity
And how it always weighs down
On my conscious every day
Every day

I know you won't wait for me
Can you at least take this memory?

'Cause how am I gonna keep your records in Boston?
Has all this precious vinyl gone to waste?
Can't return, won't sell or say that I lost them
But I can't even look them in the face
Maybe I'll shut my ears
Through every tune
'Cause how am I supposed to hear these records in Boston
When every song reminds me of you?

There's so much more
That we could do
But how am I supposed to hear these records in Boston
When every song reminds me of you?