Crookes I Remember Moonlight
Love, I can't forget your name...or your naked frame
(so skinny).
In moonlight you bathed
You know memories last...with those photographs
That you know I still have
God knows that I am falling apart; no it's not
healthy...no good for my sanity.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i'm
in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept
kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let
this go.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast, it moves
too slow.
Love, I remember moonlight...like the pale white of
your skin beneath those coloured tights.
And love, I remember your breath warm against my neck.
And the taste of your lips as they pressed.
God knows that I am falling apart. Oh why should I care
when there's nothing real there?
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i'm
in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept
kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let
this go.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast, it moves
too slow.
God knows that I am falling apart; no it's not
healthy...no good for my sanity.
God knows I am falling apart. Oh why should I care when
there's nothing real there?
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i'm
in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept
kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let
this go.
The trouble with time is... it moves too slow.
