Memory

If I only had one last song to sing It wouldn't be about you, it wouldn't be about me It wouldn't be about running like a horse broken free Drunken on his speed on a cliff by the sea It wouldn't be about telling someone that you're in love It wouldn't be about never ever getting enough It wouldn't be about our plan for a house on the sand Where we could watch the storm making its final stand Life was nothing but a flicker of warmth While we burned bright blue in a firestorm In the shadow of heaven and the shade of hell I heard your name in the old brass bell Memory, memory, memory The plot wouldn't matter a damn to me If I only had one song to sing It wouldn't be about sex it wouldn't be about sex It would be about the things Love calls tenderness It wouldn't be about your skin or your eyes or your sin It wouldn't be about you naked on my family linen It wouldn't be about life well spent in its waste It wouldn't be about regretting only every taste With one last song to sing One final, little nuclear thing Well, I've heard you hum the same melody And I trust you, love, to know what it means Life was nothing but a flicker of warmth While we burned bright blue in a firestorm In the shadow of heaven and the shade of hell I heard your name in the old brass bell Memory, memory, memory The plot wouldn't matter a damn to me If I only had one song to sing