I forget who I am
I forget how it feels
I forget all my dreams
I forget to forget

(I forget)
(I forget)

The sweetness of the oblivion
The sweetness of the remembering
How is this making me feel
Sometimes it’s better to dream
In the comfort of the world of ideas
Wandering ghost or light as a feather
Why should I go on suffering
The sweetness being in the books of the living

(I forget)

I forget where I am
I forget the reason
I forget to forget

Some days when I wake up
I wonder how I got here
Then I put on my make-up
And comb my hair