This song is based on a dream of Liz's. She remembered the tune when she woke up (the piano part), and also remembered the very specific feeling from what was happening in the dream, like a weird Disney film:
"I heard this tune, and it was like I was watching a movie. And in the movie, there was a child in a room of strangers, slowly realising that his parents had left on a train at night. And then maybe one day he’d remember. But maybe that’s a part of him that’s gone.”
The lyrics feature other literary references to people forgetting: “On The Road”, when Jack Keruouc wakes in a hotel room in Iowa City and for fifteen seconds cannot remember who he is; and “City of Angels”, when Christa Wolf sees old Stasi files brought to her from decades ago and doesn’t remember the events documented in the files at all. It’s about her, and intricately detailed (including the notes), but it’s lost from her memory.
The piano part does not derive from literary references, but from the sheer utility and practical magic of remembering dreams.
lyrics
I heard a song when I was still asleep
It felt like finding my old house keys
And it reminded me of On The Road
When he wakes in a hotel in Iowa and tries to remember
A dream seen from above
Old rooms, old rituals
Headlights are moving on
Taking pictures of what’s gone
Cold night, people waiting at a station
A cast of once-familiar faces
You’ll wake, sometimes
At dawn and won’t remember
And that’s how we grow up
We don’t remember
That’s how we grow up
We don’t remember
She said you know we leave things behind
Like hard rubbish and Stasi files
You know I did not recognise
That handwriting was my own
You’ll wake and put away your childhood things
Or at least you rearrange them
You’ll miss a place
That you don’t remember
And that’s how we grow up
We don’t remember
That’s how we grow up
We don’t remember
I heard a song when I was still asleep
It felt like finding my old house keys
And it reminded me of On The Road
When he wakes in a hotel room in Iowa City
He stops and looks up at the cracked high ceilings
He hears human voices, they’re down in the hallway
There’s a train in the distance
And for fifteen seconds he tries to remember himself
And that’s how we grow up
We don’t remember
That’s how we grow up
We don’t remember
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