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I can't think of anything I did or was doing, |
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I can't seem to get a hold on what's come to pass, |
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here with half a mind on something else |
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and half a finger in the glass, |
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since you ask. |
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I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be going: |
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in the end every journey's only pawing the ground |
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and I've half a mind just to jack it in, |
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but for this torn-off ticket stub I just found. |
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Since you ask about the shape I'm in |
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I'll try my best to pull myself around. |
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Amnesiac if you say it's so; |
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amnesiac what happened long ago? |
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Oh, now I just don't know. |
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I can't think of anyone that I'd rather be with |
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but I don't know why you should want to stick here with me |
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when I can't even find what was on my mind |
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for all the holes punched in my memory: |
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it's a wasteland, and I'm terrified |
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to admit, to let go, to accept I don't know, |
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all those blanks won't be filled, |
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I'll be found by the chill of the glacier run |
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of what I might have done... |
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Since you last asked about the state I'm in |
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it seems I've lost all grip on where I'm coming from... |
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Amnesiac does it so plainly show? |
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Amnesiac as if I didn't know, |
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Amnesiac oh say it isn't so... |
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Amnesiac, |
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amnesiac, |
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amnesiac, |
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black-out, K.O. |
