Verse 1: I’ll call you Ingrid, out of shame, for no one I know can remember your name, but we all remember the frightful night, a single match killed the darkness with a blaze of light, oh, Ingrid out of shame, why can’t I remember your name?

Verse 2: I recall you worked in a small Café, where my folks would take me each and every Saturday. The bar stool swiveled, you’d smile and ask, “sweet vanilla in a stainless steel Champagne Glass”? Oh, Ingrid, shame on me and my faded memory, of a…

Chorus: Wicked man, jealous green, the one who bought the match and the gasoline, I hope he calls your name out loud from Hell, filled with regret for the name he can't forget.

Verse3: You said I remind you of your little boy, who must now be a man. Has he lived the dreams you dreamt? Has he followed your plan? Has he taken a wife? Would you approve of the way he treats the women in his life? Oh, Ingrid, rest your soul, for I'm sure he still recalls and would never be a…

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Bridge: Sweet vanilla in a stainless steel Champagne Saucer, I remember, why do I remember? The taste of it, the tableware, but not your name nor the colour of your hair can I remember. Why can’t I remember? Oh, Ingrid out of shame, I had to give you a name, but not that…

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End: Oh, Ingrid out of shame, someday I’ll know your name.

Words & Music by David Liberty