(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