The sound of cars
& the wound-up stars
All stall & stop eventually So noon declines to blue
& night rains to dull morning dew
So dawn goes down to day they say. The wind wants to batter, & clouds like to drift & scatter & the sky is high & bright & glad & empty I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be free, free, free
I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be forgotten