That's what old-fashioned love brings Lost the key to the house
That's what old-fashioned love brings Forgot the number of the street
'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've found if you turn that stone, Cleaning the grime from my holy teeth
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
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 That's why I'm losing things More from Beautiful South