some things just slip from my mind
sweet memories leave me blind
just like a love song meant for the dead
how should the rite be read
I remember the warm embrace
I remember the way you taste in my mouth
speak to me in three quarter time
oh my love is a slave to meter and line
oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious
hope of my heart a 'trembling
like a winter flowers cold springing
I see her lying there unchanged
drifting along the astral plane
even as she was growing then
you could still find her looking into my mind
heavy voice with a velvet look
there's a stillness in place of breath that she took
closer to me than my anatomy
somet hings just slip from my mind
sweet memories leave me blind
just like a love song meant for the dead
how should the rite be read
I remember the warm embrace
I remember the way you taste in my mouth
speak to me in three quarter time
oh my love is a slave to meter and line
oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious
hope of my heart a 'trembling
like a winter flowers cold springing
I see her lying there unchanged
drifting along the astral plane
even as she was growing then
you could still find her looking into my mind
heavy voice with a velvet look
there's a stillness in place of breath that she took
closer to me than my anatomy
somet hings just slip from my mind