Memory melancholy
Memory melancholy, melancholy
Your memory's a graveyard
The ghosts won't show themselves
You don't remember things you did
A month ago
The wasteland of your mind
Swallows days whole
No matter how you try
Your storage is full
Nothing saves anymore
Memory melancholy
Memory melancholy
So you write a journal
Or you take more photos
But just can't seem to find
A feeling familiar
Captured inside
When you die
Will you remember the life
Flashing before your eyes?
If I met me as a child
Would I recognize her smile?
That double chin, squinty-eyed
Innocent and wild
Would I follow her up the willow tree?
Climb to the top and sing to fairies
No need to speak, with ease to breathe
Memory melancholy
Memory melancholy
Memory melancholy
Memory melancholy, melancholy