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.