Forget Your Calculus
forget your calculus
who will forget us
maybe everything here's meant to last
bones and articles of clothing pass
buried underneath the lime and grass
directions south or north
my compass broke from course
bury underneath the lime and dirt
fools know more than gold
it's written fools
you wanted it you got it yeah what is the world to you
what is the world to you
treasures and ooooolllld rocks
what will we leave behind
who will remember us?
they say it's fate the archeology of lives
i leave mine for you