paroles de chanson Meter And Line - Tennis

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
Somethings just slip from my mind