Forgetfulness (live)

Hot tar on my feet; I’m cemented Like a birch in fall Waiting for it's death I'm losing pieces in my wintry end Maybe not this year around… I meant it I got metal shoes Weight on a wooden head Maybe it better some things left unsaid Oh forgetfulness, you tore off my veneer And I should have seen it coming Should've made my conscience clear Is it guilt Or embarrassment I feel In my naked place; In my naked place And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town And I don’t want to go in my place now And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town Take me away, Take me away! I’m ready but sometimes I can change my mind I know I’ve got a limited amount of time I’m coming up slow; I’m coming up slow… Good friends come and go; it's relentless An ironic stroke, to my old life's page My gilded conscience guilted by it's hate It’s bad cause I know I’m not seeing straight Time and it’s deliberate isolation Under distance holds a way to bring you to a break I’ve done the math and all it caused was pain I’ve felt it’s wrath inside my softened brain Oh forgetfulness, you tore off my veneer And I should have seen it coming Should've made my conscience clear Is it guilt Or embarrassment I feel In my naked place; In my naked place And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town And I don’t want to go in my place now And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town Take me away, Take me away!