Memories Of You And I

I thought to leave your bed For the street was as simple as saying goodbye I couldn?t see how blind a man can be Lord, how quickly life can fly As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I The taste of fame is fire to me no more The tension and hunger have gone All I have left are money an' the game I?m a prisoner too low, I?m on As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more To the memories of you and I