(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