Public Memory Before I Forget
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
