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 choice

So 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 choice

To 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 surprise

That 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 stars
Memory

Oh, 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 stars

Memory
Memory
Memory
Memory