For You I'll Be Forgetting Me lyrics

by Noise Ratchet

Decorations fell,
A red and green wives tale.
A silver line surrounds
Rooftops and black clouds
Are on their way to me.

Happy Birthday to me
The forgotten King

Open hand outstretched
To receive their prize.
But I could give you anything,
Yes anything
You're everything to me.

© 2002 Militia