Looking for something I left behind Looking for something still present in my mind Looking for memory, looking for history Whatever the year, whatever the century
Always the same song stuck in my head Something is wrong when I’m lying in bed
Dried tears, caked blood Old fears, faded flood
“I forget nothing, I get used to it” No missing pages, anxiety rages We get used to it
Always the same song stuck in my head Something is wrong when I’m lying in bed