I don't remember anything you said
I don't remember any books that you ever had read
I don't remember the sound of your voice
I don't remember, but it's not by choiceSo I wish I could remember something you had said
I wish that I could read every book that you ever had read
I wish that I could hear the sound of your voice
I don't remember, but it's now your choiceTo come back
from that
well of the void
Come back
So that
I can tell you how I'm annoyed by the fact that...I can't remember your smile or your frown
I can't remember the name of your hometown
I don't remember the color of your eyes
I don't remember so, hey, I guess it's a little surpriseThat I want to
will you
wonder
would you
wander back from where you are
You see I see I cannot see
But I've come so far with a little guitar
And I play in bars and I'm lost in starsMemoryOh, come back
from that
well of the void
come back so that I can tell you how i'm annoyed
because i've come so far with a little guitar
and I play in bars and I'm lost in starsMemory
Memory
Memory
Memory