Laying about lying in bed

Maybe it was something 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

Tearing 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

Laying about lying in bed

Could be something that I thought I said