I don't remember anything you said I don't remember any books that you ever had read I don't remember the sound of your voice I don't remember, but it's not by choice So I wish I could remember something you had said I wish that I could read every book that you ever had read I wish that I could hear the sound of your voice I don't remember, but it's now your choice To come back From that Well of the void Come back So that I can tell you how I'm annoyed by the fact that... I can't remember your smile or your frown I can't remember the name of your hometown I don't remember the color of your eyes I don't remember so, hey, I guess it's a little surprise That I want to Will you Wonder Would you Wander back from where you are You see I see I cannot see But I've come so far with a little guitar And I play in bars and I'm lost in stars Memory Oh, come back From that Well of the void Come back so that I can tell you how i'm annoyed Because i've come so far with a little guitar And I play in bars and I'm lost in stars Memory Memory Memory Memory