Losing Things

(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