It's hard to have an elephant's memory mixed with a lunatic's heart
wilco
beck
solo
elliott smith
Story behind the song
the first song written when the original record was scrapped...
Lyrics
this unassuming table
these scheming, lying hands
scratching on this tissue paper
this list of my demands
it wasn't supposed to be this way
i wish i would have known
just what two and two were adding up to
i thought it was five
shut the door on the one you won't hear no more
memory never forgives
but i'll take from you
what you want me to
i'll believe you
i'll bleed for you
your picture perfect fable
your self destructive lips
softly screaming silence
at alife that's gone amiss
you can't even see
all your inflicted pain
when one mistake solves another
it doesn't cancel out the blame
shut the door on the one you won't hear no more
memory never forgives
whatever you hear is what'll fuel your war
memory never forgives
but i'll take from you
what you want me to
i'll believe you
i'll bleed for you