Some things just slip from my mind Sweet memories leave me blind Just like a love song meant for the dead How should the rite be read
I remember the warm embrace I remember the way you taste in my mouth Speak to me in three quarter time Oh my love is a slave to meter and line
Oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious
Hope of my heart a'trembling Like a winter flowers cold springing I see her lying there unchanged Drifting along the astral plane
Even as she was growing thin You could still find her Looking into my mind Heavy voice with a velvet look There's a stillness In place of breath that she took
Closer to me than my anatomy Some things just slip from my mind Closer to me than my anatomy Some things just slip from my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
