(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