From the recording CousteauX
Lyrics
Memory is a Weapon
though it's gone now it ain’t over
over here, over my shoulder
it’s the small clues
that give away
then, there, sleeping dogs
who never lie
and sleepless sweats
where sacrifices haunt you
she remembers, she remembers
everything you're forgetting
she remembers, she remembers
memory
memory is a weapon
when a lonely trumpet fills the air
or a perfume’s flower chills the hairs
and wakes me
and takes its time
then the word's out on the street
that we went worshipped indiscreet
amongst the danger