Текст песни Dusty Springfield - Losing You (White Heat Version)
Dusty Springfield - Losing You (White Heat Version) слова песни
Layin` about, lying in bedMaybe it was somethin` I thought I saidWith the tempo of the damned, the temptation of tomorrowI don`t know if I can give you anything but sorrow They stay alive this late on Radio FiveBut the pen that I write with won`t tell the truthBut the moments that I care about are moments that I treasureBetter take another measure for pleasure Losing youIs just a memoryMemories don`t mean that much to meLosing youIs just a memoryMemories don`t mean that much to me I count the pages of the letter I writeOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineTearin` up the sheets of love this hand could not disguiseI`ll start to count again and close my eyes Losing youIs just a memoryMemories don`t mean that much to meLosing youIs just a memoryMemories don`t mean that much to me Now you`re hereI`m here tooCan be this easy for me and you Now you`re here I`m here tooBe this easy for me and you Losing youIs just a memoryMemories don`t mean that much to meLosing youIs just a memoryMemories don`t mean that much to me Layin` about, lying in bedCould be something that I thought I said