Love, I can´t forget your name...or your naked frame (so skinny).
In moonlight you bathed
You know memories last...with those photographs
That you know I still have

God knows that I am falling apart; no it´s not healthy...no good for my sanity.

The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i´m in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let this go.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast, it moves too slow.

Love, I remember moonlight...like the pale white of your skin beneath those coloured tights.
And love, I remember your breath warm against my neck.
And the taste of your lips as they pressed.
God knows that I am falling apart. Oh why should I care when there´s nothing real there?

The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i´m in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let this go.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast, it moves too slow.

God knows that I am falling apart; no it´s not healthy...no good for my sanity.
God knows I am falling apart. Oh why should I care when there´s nothing real there?

The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i´m in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let this go.
The trouble with time is... it moves too slow.