Meter And Line Lyrics - Ritual In Repeat - Tennis

some things just slip from my mind 

sweet memories leave me blind 

just like a love song meant for the dead 

how should the rite be read 

I remember the warm embrace 

I remember the way you taste in my mouth 

speak to me in three quarter time 

oh my love is a slave to meter and line 

oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious 

hope of my heart a 'trembling 

like a winter flowers cold springing 

I see her lying there unchanged 

drifting along the astral plane 

even as she was growing then 

you could still find her looking into my mind 

heavy voice with a velvet look 

there's a stillness in place of breath that she took 

closer to me than my anatomy 

somet hings just slip from my mind