(heaton/rotheray)
i'm losing things
that's what old-fashioned love brings
lost the key to the house
the feeling in my mouth
i'm losing things
I'm forgetting things
that's what old-fashioned love brings
forgot the number of the street
the shoes on your feet
i'm forgetting things
'cause i've a limited capacity in my brain
when my brain is filled with you
Like they've impaired the ability
i had to know just what was true
and it's a real greek tragedy i know
but so much of me don't care
i've forgotten every name in my life
but i still remember her
Well i've lost belief
but i've found if you turn that stone,
there's love underneath
and when i had belief
i spent all my time
cleaning the grime from my holy teeth
I'm losing things
i'm losing things
and it's a real greek tragedy i know
but so much of me don't care
i've forgotten every name in my life
but i still remember her
Yes, i'm losing things
yes, yes yes i'm losing things
and it's a real greek tragedy i know
but so much of me don't care
i've forgotten every name in my life
but i still remember her
that's why i'm losing things
i'm losing things