Losing You — текст песни (Dusty Springfield)

(elvis costello)



Layin about, lying in bed

Maybe it was somethin I thought I said

With the tempo of the damned, the temptation of tomorrow

I dont know if I can give you anything but sorrow



They stay alive this late on radio five

But the pen that I write with wont tell the truth

But the moments that I care about are moments that I treasure

Better take another measure for pleasure



Losing you

Is just a memory

Memories dont mean that much to me

Losing you

Is just a memory

Memories dont mean that much to me



I count the pages of the letter I write

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

Tearin up the sheets of love this hand could not disguise

Ill start to count again and close my eyes



Losing you

Is just a memory

Memories dont mean that much to me

Losing you

Is just a memory

Memories dont mean that much to me



Now youre here

Im here too

Can be this easy for me and you



Now youre here

Im here too

Be this easy for me and you



Losing you

Is just a memory

Memories dont mean that much to me

Losing you

Is just a memory

Memories dont mean that much to me



Layin about, lying in bed

Could be something that I thought I said