I saw the world come down in Portland
I saw my hair grow long for miles and miles
If I forgot wasn't important
I guess it wasn't really worth my while
I see the way the shadows cross my eyes
I like the way they look at me at night
I sip the potion of forgetfulness
I hope that maybe it will ease my mind
My thoughts come and go
Intrusive, innovative, I don't know
I'd like to see my smile
I'd grin trough yellow teeth and spit up bile
...in Portland, in Portland
