作词 : Tim Crabtree
作曲 : Tim Crabtree
Cold hands cover my aching ears, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten

Make a sharp breathe-in space
Slight and sly, sealed away
Cut-out words, smoothed and razed
Take a broad look around

Cold hands cover my aching ears, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten
Words, bombs and anything I won’t hear, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten
Clay souls trapped behind walls and doors, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten

Stifle your respite, no way to recognize an opening for a fight
You’re missing your chance to fly

He steps to find a new design that pulls you round to see his side
But you can fight, you will fight, you fight on,

‘cos you can last

Cold hands fall on my aching ears, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten
Words, bombs and anything I won’t hear, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten

Books, tapes, hopes of some better days when I’ve not forgotten, you’re not forgotten, I’m not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten...