tear my memory
you'd better forget me
my mind is dry of you
time has it friends

Decay of logic
regrets of a future moment
going with the clock
means you'll be crying alot more

the sea which you will tear
will bring down your plane
and I will have no shame
won't remember your full name

so go to old friend time
and realize it is a different dime
the value drops to something low
I want my sweater before you go