Forget Me

(album: Nothing Feels Good - 1997)

All trees are oaks
And all birds are blue
In the mountains of a magnet
And the mountains of you
I'm proud of my genius just like a painter
And dumb like a poet I think I can, I think I can
Just say it from the throats
From the throats of our wrists
With full sets of teeth
Vanilla almond teeth
From vanilla almond tea
Spent afternoons
Spent afternoons
Measuring time in spoons

Where forget-me-nots and marigolds
And other things that don't get old
Just don't get old
But between one June and September
You're all I remember
But I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room
I married a room

Where all trees are oaks
And all birds are blue
Well ach' du
What's 80 miles in Canada
Or 18 years in mountain time, time
A southern run for a late longing to drink

Where all trees are oaks
And all birds are blue
Well ach' du
And all trees are oaks
And all birds are blue
Ach' du
I thought everyone was you

Where forget-me-nots and marigolds
And other things that don't get old
Don't get old
But between one June and September
You're all I remember
But I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room
I married a room

Forget-me-nots and marigolds
And other things that don't get old
Don't get old
But between one June and September
You're all I remember
But I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room
I'll keep my hands in order

And what about the air, the air, lying awake
And what about the air, the air, lying awake