More songs by Armand Van Helden
Description
Memory likes to play tricks, especially when it comes to the past. Your head seems to understand everything: the final curtain has fallen, the credits have rolled, there will be no sequel. But your heart keeps playing the same old record over and over again, repeating the same verse about what might have been.
There is something in this song about awkward encounters in the supermarket: polite smiles, a brief “hello” - and inside, a whole storm. It's as if reality has long since put everything in its place, but somewhere deep down there is a stubborn inner voice: “What if...?”
The sadness here is not grandiose, but quiet and homely. With a hint of irony about one's own forgetfulness and the poignant honesty of the admission: yes, sometimes feelings are much more stubborn than logic.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I keep forgetting.
I keep forgetting now.
I keep forgetting.
I keep forgetting now.
I keep forgetting we're not in love anymore.
I keep forgetting things will never be the same again.
I keep forgetting how you made that so clear.
I keep forgetting now.
Every time you're near, every time I see your smile, hear your hello, saying you can only stay a while.
And I know that it's hard for you to say the things we both know aren't true.
But tell me how come I keep forgetting we're not in love anymore?
I keep forgetting things will never be the same again.
How you never want to leave me.
How it's going to end.
You don't have to tell me why.
Why you go. How 'bout the game is through?
If this is what's real, if this is what's true.
How 'bout the game is through?
If this is what's real, if this is what's true.
How 'bout the game is through? If this is what's real, if this is what's true.
How 'bout the game is through? If this is what's real, if this is what's true.
But tell me how come I keep forgetting?
I keep forgetting we're not in love anymore.
I keep forgetting things will never be the same again.