Desperate Journalist - To Be Forgotten Lyrics

There's always something missing
You're never quite content
And every worry whistling
Shudders the firmament

And you know it's better to be safe
Err on the quiet side to bridle your self-hate

Oh to be forgotten

We're sleepless in the garden
As Concorde moans above
Oh the pleasure and the pardon
As you excuse me of my love
A flashbulb dances on you
To glow embarrassed line
Oh how such prettiness is unto
An absent fate resigned

""And you know, I'm scared of being known
I turn away and I pretend that I'm alone""

Oh to be forgotten
The joy, the joy
To be forgotten