Fleeting is the memory Of one less quiet than me Her eyes had such a gravity It's no wonder I can't see See my songs have all dried to the bone I paint instead these days But my brush it's got a mind its own That loves to see her face Oh dear What a fuck around Oh dear See my love is like a sunflower It gives what it displays It dares not question sanity For it's love you can't replace So I followed your voice, your symphony I let go of my face I believed your love would sing for me And help me in this place Oh dear What a fuck around Oh dear Oh dear What a fuck around Oh dear Oh And now that our time is at an end I am feeling a little lonesome here again Now, that our time is at an end Oh I hope that I will find some love again And fleeting is the memory Of one less quiet than me Her eyes had such a gravity It's no wonder I can't see