All that day I have forgotten
And I forgot your name
I've only my own inclinations
Of sleepless search
Upon a tireless wing
From the wilderness of self
To the compass of the other
Some inclinations yet to follow

When I knew you you'd take some photographs
Of every happy time you knew
And when you're old you would remember
And poor the boxes through
If now I could remember
Why it was I refused your arms
And your open bosom bountiful

If now I could remember
How the pieces fit their parts
How the pieces fit together
I'd remember all that day
And I would recall your last name
I'd mind the life that I have chosen
In sleepless search upon a tireless wing
From the wilderness of self
To the compass of the other
Some inclinations yet to follow
If it is I can remember
How the pieces fit their parts
How the pieces fit together