Dusty Springfield

(elvis costello)
Layin about, lying in bed
Maybe it was somethin I thought I said
With the tempo of the damned, the temptation of tomorrow
I dont know if I can give you anything but sorrow
They stay alive this late on radio five
But the pen that I write with wont tell the truth
But the moments that I care about are moments that I treasure
Better take another measure for pleasure
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories dont mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories dont mean that much to me
I count the pages of the letter I write
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Tearin up the sheets of love this hand could not disguise
Ill start to count again and close my eyes
Losing you