Losing Things - The Beautiful South

I’m losing things

That’s what old-fashioned love brings

Lost the key to the house

The feeling in my mouth

I’m losing things

I’m forgetting things

That’s what old-fashioned love brings

Forget the number of the street

The shoes on your feet

I’m forgetting things

'Cause I’ve a limited capacity in my brain

When my brain is filled with you

Like they’ve impaired the ability

I had to know just what was true

And it’s a real Greek Tragedy I know

But so much of me don’t care

I’ve forgotten every name in my life

But I still remember her

Well I’ve lost belief

But I’ve found if you turn that stone,

there’s love underneath

And when I have belief

I spend all my time

Cleaning the grime from my holy teeth

I’m losing things

I’m losing things

And it’s a real Greek Tragedy I know

But so much of me don’t care

I’ve forgotten every name in my life

But I still remember her

Yes, I’m losing things

Yes, yes, yes I’m losing things

And it’s a real Greek Tragedy I know

But so much of me don’t care

I’ve forgotten every name in my life

But I still remember her

That’s why I’m losing things

I’m losing things