Do you remember the nights we spent together
Underneath the moonlit sky, bleary-eyed
Do you remember those nights turned into days
You taught me about the flamenco dancer and how she moves in mysterious ways
Oh, your amnesia smile is like a little an aftertaste of tragedy
Now this river's dry and I'm clinging to a memory
And although I know that something's got to give
I know that "something" won't be me
Do you remember we searched for signs of life
We heard a voice on the airwaves say that the race had long gone by
Do you remember you taught me how to sing
I asked you to make promises but you would not wear my ring
Oh, your amnesia smile is like a little an aftertaste of tragedy
Now this river's dry and I'm clinging to a memory
And although I know that something's got to give
I know that "something" won't be me
Chart and graph our every move
Until the needle skips the groove
Make a copy without a source
Take a piece with no remorse
Oh, your amnesia smile is like a little an aftertaste of tragedy
Now this river's dry and I'm clinging to a memory
And although I know that something's got to give
I know that "something" won't be me