(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