Still In Love - Justin Currie

Lovers leave their traces like jets across the sky

They find in all those faces, lines they recognize

My keepsakes have there places

At the back of a drawer

Or slipped between pages and stuck on a shelf

But I’m still in love

I’m still in love

I’m still in love

With nothing but myself

Yes, sometimes I remember

The way they signed their names

And always in December, I feel some kind of shame

The heart, it stays so tender

I reminisce like a hangman wishing his prisoners well

But I’m still in love

I’m still in love

I’m still in love

With nothing but myself

And I know their mother’s ages

And I know all the stories so well

And I know I’ll see their faces in Hell

So wipe away their traces

Blow the dust off of the shelf

Because I’m still in love

I’m still in love

I’m still in love

With nothing but myself