Из альбома: Ooooooweeee!
(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 don't know if I can give you anything but sorrow
They stay alive this late on Radio Five
But the pen that I write with won't 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 don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't 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
I'll start to count again and close my eyes
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Now you're here
I'm here too
Can be this easy for me and you
Now you're here
I'm here too
Be this easy for me and you
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Layin' about, lying in bed
Could be something that I thought I said