Lyrics: Brian Yorkey/Tom Kitt
Music: Tom Kitt
This house and all these rooms
Last christmas or last year
Out back the dogwood blooms
Do I really live here
The paint the walls
All this glass and wood
You don't recall
How I wish I could
Our house on walton way
The house with the red door
Our trip to st tropez
The whole week a downpour
My first few steps
And my first lost tooth
What nothing yet
To tell the truth
Sing a song of forgetting
A song of the way things were not
Sing of what's lost to you
Of times that you never knew
Sing of not remembering when
Of memories that go
Unremembered and then
Sing a song of forgetting again
That day our child was born
Our baby girl's first cry
That grey and drizzly morn
I've never felt so high
The day we met
And we shared two beers
Then
I forget
But that's nineteen years
What a lovely cure
It's a medical miracle
With a mind so pure
That she doesn't know anything
It's there I'm sure
'Cause memories don't die
Why
They don't die
I'll try
Sing a song of forgetting
A song of the way things were not
Sing of what's lost to you
Of times that you never knew
Sing of not remembering when
Of memories that go
Unremembered and then
Sing a song of forgetting
Sing a song of forgetting
Sing a song of forgetting
Again