i know you don't remember
after moon rise
those nites
i know you don't remember
after midnight
those times
dark now
maybe forever
i know you do remember
how to get noticed
in a crowd
i know you do remember
who got sed to be not
the one of
it's a language
it's a process
i know you don't remember
the fair day sun rise
the muggy rooms
i know you don't remember
party who're our candy babylon
the other
who re or ca do me rem baby
i know you don't remember me
either
it's okay; really it is
it's probably a good thing
'cause
i know you don't remember
everything i know you don't
need to
so gaze deep into my crystal circuits
(all humming and glowing all night)
and tell me
who you do know and why and
i will understand you then
i know
