Teksty muzyczne

(heaton/rotheray)
Im losing things
Thats what old-fashioned love brings
Lost the key to the house
The feeling in my mouth
Im losing things

Im forgetting things
Thats what old-fashioned love brings
Forgot the number of the street
The shoes on your feet
Im forgetting things

cause Ive a limited capacity in my brain
When my brain is filled with you

Like theyve impaired the ability
I had to know just what was true
And its a real greek tragedy I know
But so much of me dont care
Ive forgotten every name in my life
But I still remember her

Well Ive lost belief
But Ive found if you turn that stone,
Theres love underneath
And when I had belief
I spent all my time
Cleaning the grime from my holy teeth

Im losing things
Im losing things
And its a real greek tragedy I know
But so much of me dont care
Ive forgotten every name in my life
But I still remember her

Yes, Im losing things
Yes, yes yes Im losing things
And its a real greek tragedy I know
But so much of me dont care
Ive forgotten every name in my life
But I still remember her
Thats why Im losing things
Im losing things

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