Strange

I've had eleven men But you're nothing like them That's what I say to myself As I wake up beside you, in love We got our own place You've got this gorgeous face But when you leave for those books I know what's coming, young love And it's the forgetting that I'm dreading Forgetting the way your fingers feel It's strange to know One day I won't know you at all, darling At all, darling It's strange to know One day I won't know you at all, darling At all, darling You leave and lock this door I pick up your guitar I'd let you touch me for years But you won't, will you, young love? It's the forgetting that I'm dreading Forgetting the way your fingers feel It's strange to know One day I won't know you at all, darling At all, darling It's strange to know One day I won't know you at all, darling At all, darling At all At all At all At all At all We're ghosts before we're dead Two memories in a bed Another line in the song Of young lovers who've loved, and moved on