The Memory

Selective memory

if i lay my head down

i will see you in my dream

wearin that polka dot dress

and sittin by the stream

leaning in to hear you

you will whisper in my ear

and everything i need to know

i finally hear

i wish i could remember

but my selective memory

won't let me

when i was a baby we would

go out to the park

and sit out in the fountain

and splash around until it's dark

days go on forever

when you only know that much

and everything you need to know

is answered with one touch

i wish i could remember

but my selective memory

won't let me