I crawl through the streets of Manhattan My knees are bloodied and bruised The palms of my hands I keep hidden Don't wanna set off the troops I searched through the dead man's pocket Fumbled his dusty ID Took the watch and the chain that had kept him Tied to his wife's memory I danced though the streets of Venice A caravan of kings at my heels Blinded by beauty I let them Squander the best of my dreams I cried at the canals of Amsterdam While the tourists trailed Their trollies over the pavement Past the grave of Anne Frank From your first breath To your last dance I am with you Don't forget me I am more than The sum of your parts The swell in your heart I washed down the mountains of Sinai Prayed at the pharaoh's tomb The desert was once my playground I made flowers bloom Now I drift down currents and air vents Washed up onto these shores Spat out the plastic and stumbled Onto the tarmac once more From your first breath To your last dance I am with you Don't forget me I am more than The sum of your parts The swell in your heart