Can you remember back the way it was
back before the people wrote things
can you remember back the way it was
when I walked with muscles, instead of using springs

Well I can remember the way you kiss past midnight
after youve been drinking from the short stout glass
but I can't remember if I kissed you back or not
I guess all my memory banks have shorted the past

I can smell the spring, its glowing embers in my nostrils
though I know that it's summer, soon becoming fall
this is like that song you sang me on our wedding night
when all my fuses shot apart and my heart began to stall

And this was just an accident a sweet colossal accident
caused by my cold fingers hitting all the wrong keys
so kiss me on my forehead and change my empty IV bag
and we can both have dreams about warmer nights than these