Chorus
We forget nothing if nothing’s happened
If there’s nothing to remember at all
We don’t forget nothing
We just get used to it that’s all
All these farewells and all these ships
All these long voyages on which
We see places within places
And people’s faces in faces
Neither all these ports nor all these bars
Nor these cheap rooms where we spend hours
Just waiting for the grey morning
With our whisky in our hands
Neither these things nor anyone
Nothing underneath the sun
Can make us forget
It’s as true as the Earth is round
Chorus
All which we have, all which we’ve burned
All we have given and all we’ve earned
All that comes from hope and fear
The grey in grey, the tears in tears
Neither my arms nor wretched heart
Nor true science nor high art
Building golden temples to
The God in which we seek our truths
Neither these things nor anyone
Nothing underneath the sun
Can make us forget
It’s as true as the Earth is round
Chorus