Layin' about lyin' in bed. Maybe it was something that I thought I'd said. With the tempo of today and the temptation of tomorrow. I don't know if I could give you anything but sorrow. They stay alive this late on Radio Five. But the pen that I write with won't tell the truth. 'Cause the moments that I can't recall. Are the moments that you treasure. Better take another measure for measure. Losing you is just a memory. Memories don't mean that much to me. Losing you is just a memory. Memories don't mean that much to me. Now you're here I'm here too. Could be this easy for me and you. Losing you is just a memory. Memories don't mean that much to me. Losing you is just a memory. Memories don't mean that much to me. Lyin' about layin' in bed. Maybe it was something that I thought I'd said.