Memories of Love

Sometimes we live on our memories of love
Sometimes we breathe the fragrances
Sometimes we live on our memories
And breathe the fragrances
And we sigh, great sigh
Falling through those fragrances
Sliding down the filaments into the ovaries
Lying in those memories
We sigh, great sigh
Sometimes we live on our memories
Sometimes we smell the fragrances, the cyclamen
Sometimes we feel the uncertainties
Overwhelm, the overwhelm
Oh, falling through those fragrances
This moment becomes out of reach
Gorging on those memories
We sigh, great sigh
And we sigh, great sigh
Oh, oh, oh, oh