Memories of You and I

I thought to leave your bed

For the street was as simple as saying goodbye

I couldn't see how blind a man can be

Lord, how quickly life can fly.

As the lines in my face grow deeper

And the well of my soul runs dry

I find that I drink more and more

From the memories of you and I.

The taste of fame is fire to me no more

The tension and hunger are gone

All I have left are money in the game

I'm a prisoner too low I'm on.

As the lines in my face grow deeper

And the well of my soul runs dry

I find that I drink more and more

From the memories of you and I.