the past...

Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,now I am too thin and your love is too vast.But I know from your eyesand I know from your smilethat tonight will be fine,will be fine, will be fine, will be finefor a while.I choose the rooms that I live in with care,the windows are small and the walls almost bare,there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;I listen all night for your step on the stair.But I know from your eyesand I know from your smilethat tonight will be fine,will be fine, will be fine, will be finefor a while.Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,she's the soft naked lady love meant her to beand she's moving her body so brave and so free.If I've got to remember that's a fine memory.And I know from her eyesand I know from her smilethat tonight will be fine,will be fine, will be fine, will be finefor a while.