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