Before I Forget - Public Memory

Some master designed the world

Full of longing and regret

Some fool that’s suitable

Your imagined sight of love

Sway the rites

Some lonely dance

But I won’t change

Someone phones it in

Serrate the night

It’s a game of chance

Gearing up for nowhere

You worked at cinnabon

My friend is dressed in rags

Go back to the bitter lands

Some miser checks you in

I passed by and you are gone now

I was longing for a friend

Your face in the carnival (lights)

Could I have sent you running down

Sway the rites

Some lonely gang

Somebody’s picture upon the shelf

Serrate the night

I’m climbing down

To take you up to nowhere