If the words fly away but the writings remain Are we all that prone to the fear of forgetting? Some of us try to keep safe every little thing we made But delight seems to belong to those with short memory ♪ Some say the four tigers devoured all men The four winds swept them away The four rains and waters overwhelmed them And the four earthquakes will spell the end of our sun ♪ Yet there are softer ways to disappear We'll be done With sawing off the branch We are sitting on Long before a black hole swallows the orb Utterly devoid of any patience Our species is getting ready for the great auto-da-fé We are not that prone to the fear of destroying But thanks to the erasure of memories We all find a way to grieve more serenely For delight seems to belong To those with short memory ♪ Happiness appears to belong To those with short memory ♪ For delight seems to belong To those with short memory We'll be done With sawing off the branch We are sitting on Long before a black hole swallows the orb We'll be done With sawing off the branch We are sitting on Long before a black hole swallows the orb ♪ Sawing off the branch We are sitting on We are sitting on