The Miner Becomes Forgetful - Final Fantasy

What of a war?

There was a war?

Didn’t it threaten to bewetten us in our beds?

Brother, if it did--and it did--we should pat our backs for selling all our

papers

And paperless, we killed the storm by standing underneath an eavestrough

My heart is full, my heart is still

And it would take more than a foggy mind to drown it.

Ummmm, errrrr…

Oh memory, all ears and eyes

Preserving, pruning, preening every leaf of every lie

It’s not your fault, it’s not my fault, if every fault should find its way into

our suppers

Ummmmm, errrrr… luminum, aluminum, aluminimium, luminumaluminimium!

Then there’s your face!

It’s brown and bold!

See?

How a miner can forget about his veins of gold?

And how the ground smiles so hungrily at our bones?