Memory: Kink

I don't remember anything you said I don't remember any books that you have ever read And I don't remember the sound of your voice I don't remember, but it's not by choice So I wish I could remember something you said I wish that I could read every book that you ever have read And I wish I could hear the sound of your voice I don't remember, so it's now your choice To come back from that well of a void Come back so that I could tell you how I'm annoyed By the fact that I can't remember your smile or your frown I don't remember the name of your hometown And I don't remember the color of your eyes I don't remember so hey, I guess it's a little surprise That I want to will you wonder would you wander back from where you are You see, I see, I can, I see, but I come so far with a little guitar That I play in bars, and I'm lost in stars Memory Oh, come back from that well of a void Come back so that I could tell you how I'm annoyed And I come so far with a little guitar And I play in bars, and I'm lost in stars Memory Memory Memory Memory