Lyrics

Half-Forgotten:

Consign our photographs
To that lonesome box
In the corner of your room
With your childhood sock

I'll dance and mingle
Under particles of dust
With all your one-time lovers
In silent lust

Who was this man
Who wrote this song
Who once loved momma
When she was young (?2)

And when you're clearing things out
In fifteen years maybe eight
You'll happen upon them
And ponder my fate

Consign this song
To a half-forgotten drawer
With that bracelet I once gave you
That you never once wore

Who was this man
Who wrote this song
Who once loved momma
When she was young (?2)

A dictaphone once used
Our voices playful above
Testing one two three
Then perhaps we made love

An abandoned hair clip
A single strand of your hair
My fingerprint still resting
Where last it appeared



Who was this man
Who wrote this song
Who once loved momma
When she was young (?2)

And now this song
On this disc scratched and raw
Listened to once or twice
In the half-forgotten drawer

And when we're all no longer here
Perhaps your husband or son
Will find it going through your things
And listen and won - der

Who was this man
Who wrote this song
Who once loved momma
When she was young (?2)