Meter And Line
Alaina Moore-Riley / Patrick Riley
Some things just slip from my mind
Sweet memories leave me blind
Just like a love song meant for the dead
How should the rite be read
I remember the warm embrace
I remember the way you taste in my mouth
Speak to me in three quarter time
Oh my love is a slave to meter and line
Oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious
Hope of my heart a'trembling
Like a winter flowers cold springing
I see her lying there unchanged
Drifting along the astral plane
Even as she was growing thin
You could still find her looking into my mind
Heavy voice with a velvet look
There's a stillness in place of breath that she took
Closer to me than my anatomy
Some things just slip from my mind
Closer to me than my anatomy
Some things just slip from my mind