Simple song
The Simple Song
If you go where I cannot follow
You remember this.
What we do is not where we are
Is not how we have loved.
You have the last face that I want to see
And these are the last hands I want laid upon me.
Because how we talk is not
What we think
Is not how we have loved.
And yours are the last lips that I want to kiss
Here in the last bed that you and I fit
What we do is not where we are
Is not how we have loved