The Orb - Remix

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