Past Lovers
I remember when it started,
In the thunderstorms and darkness,
And we stood together in a room,
And waited for the night,
And the silence gathered round us,
Semi-naked in the darkness,
And you put a finger to my lips,
And said to me just this.
Let's not talk about the others,
Let's not talk about past lovers,
All the history you bring to me,
Has melted like the snow,
Let's not talk about the others,
Let's not talk about past lovers,
There are things you have inside of you,
It's better not to know.
And now I'm sitting drunk at midnight,
With the memories of my life,
And I'm wondering what changes came,
To make me feel so old,
But before the sadness claims me,
And before the darkness takes me,
My vague memory allows me,
One more picture of your lips,
As you say.
Don't talk about the others,
Don't talk about past lovers,
It's the silence that you bring to me,
That's the greatest thing of all,
So don't talk about the others,
And don't talk about past lovers,
It's the silence that you bring to me,
That's the greatest thing of all,
So don't talk about the others
And don't talk about past lovers,
It's the silence that you bring to me,
That's the greatest thing of all,
Let's not talk about the others,
Let's not talk about past lovers,
It's the silence that you bring to me,
That's the greatest thing of all.