Forgot The Name - Room Eleven

I’m collecting emptiness

Fill the gaps with it

Just like the rest

Want things I don’t need

Pile them up

Going places I’ve seen before

There must be more

But I stand in line to see the view

I forgot the name

And the sound

Of the simple things

That made me spin around

I don’t really go that far

Just as far as I can see

No time for stories

Headlines will do

Will I ever have enough?

What is it I really need?

Could it be love?

Where did I put it?

Where did it go?

I forgot the name

And the sound

Of the simple things

That made me spin around

I forgot the name

And the sound

Of the simple things

That make me spin around

I don’t want to hum — I want to sing

I don’t want to eat — I want to taste

I don’t want to smile — I want to laugh

I don’t want to whisper — I want to shout

I don’t want to walk — I want to run

I don’t want to listen — I want to hear you say my name

I forgot the sound

Of you saying it

I forgot it

I forgot it

I forgot it

How you used to make me spin around… around… around