Still In Love

Lovers leave their traces

Like jets across the sky

They find in all these faces

Lines they recognize

My keepsakes have their places

At the back of a drawer or slip between pages

And stuck on a shelf

But I'm still in love, I'm still in love

I'm still in love with nothing but myself

Yes, sometimes I remember

The way they signed their names

And always in December

I feel some kind of shame

The heart it stays so tender

I reminisce like a hangman

Wishing his prisoners well

But I'm still in love, I'm still in love

I'm still in love with nothing but myself

And I know them all these ages

And I know all the stories so well

And I know we'll see their faces in hell

So wipe away their traces

Blow the dust off from the shelf

'Cause I'm still in love, I'm still in love

I'm still in love with nothing but myself