| Song | I Forgot About Songs |
| Artist | Hello Saferide |
| Album | The Fox, The Hunter and Hello Saferide |
| [00:24.56] | Do you hear a long like that |
| [00:25.70] | Do you have it spoon your sad little heart |
| [00:31.93] | It didn’t give me a better outlook on life but it told me it’d been there too and I turned it to art |
| [00:39.66] | And that made all the difference to me x2 |
| [00:50.67] | I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me |
| [00:58.45] | I forgot how they hold me, how they soothe me and carry me |
| [01:06.37] | I forgot about violence, I forgot how they see me |
| [01:14.33] | Try me and taunt me and how they finally breathe me |
| [01:22.35] | I forgot about cord changes, where the base tone stays intact |
| [01:30.28] | I forgot about drum sound, voices with a tendency to crack |
| [01:37.45] | They make all the difference to me x2 |
| [01:47.02] | It was just September you know, it all broke through turned out my troops had one thing I dangled in a thread from within |
| [01:56.75] | But I heard a violin |
| [02:01.61] | I’ll hold you my chair, this song said and it did, struck my forehead and with pain and so slowly carried me to the bridge, as the chorus arrived, I let go |
| [02:19.82] | And you were so young, you were so young and you come up to me |
| [02:27.99] | And you tell me it helped you through something bad you say and you hang your head but this song it helped you through |
| [02:36.64] | I get home and kick my books fuck you knowledge |
| [02:44.41] | I was never on your team, never one of your fighters |
| [02:49.97] | I was a born romantic for a reason, I grew up to be a song writer |
| [00:24.56] | Do you hear a long like that |
| [00:25.70] | Do you have it spoon your sad little heart |
| [00:31.93] | It didn' t give me a better outlook on life but it told me it' d been there too and I turned it to art |
| [00:39.66] | And that made all the difference to me x2 |
| [00:50.67] | I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me |
| [00:58.45] | I forgot how they hold me, how they soothe me and carry me |
| [01:06.37] | I forgot about violence, I forgot how they see me |
| [01:14.33] | Try me and taunt me and how they finally breathe me |
| [01:22.35] | I forgot about cord changes, where the base tone stays intact |
| [01:30.28] | I forgot about drum sound, voices with a tendency to crack |
| [01:37.45] | They make all the difference to me x2 |
| [01:47.02] | It was just September you know, it all broke through turned out my troops had one thing I dangled in a thread from within |
| [01:56.75] | But I heard a violin |
| [02:01.61] | I' ll hold you my chair, this song said and it did, struck my forehead and with pain and so slowly carried me to the bridge, as the chorus arrived, I let go |
| [02:19.82] | And you were so young, you were so young and you come up to me |
| [02:27.99] | And you tell me it helped you through something bad you say and you hang your head but this song it helped you through |
| [02:36.64] | I get home and kick my books fuck you knowledge |
| [02:44.41] | I was never on your team, never one of your fighters |
| [02:49.97] | I was a born romantic for a reason, I grew up to be a song writer |