Twisted Moon (1989 / At the bottom of everything)
Making Up Memories
I make up memories in my head,
Of us rolling around smiling in a bed,
And I listen to the words you never said,
At this moment my heart is warm and I smile.
I make up these memories every day,
We lie there laughing as we cuddle and play,
And I listen to every beautiful word that you never did say,
And the sheets are white like in the music videos.
Maybe one day when I am old,
And my mind is spent but my heart not sold,
I will come to think these moments really happened,
And I will die the happy man that I never was.
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