Those Things Are Hers

	作曲 : Levy
	Here we are
	We're finally alone now
	It's just you and me
	And the memories of her
	Please don't go
	Though I know that you're angry
	Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine
	There's the glass
	That she pressed to her lips nightly
	If you look you can see a lipstick trace
	There's the dress
	That she wore so tightly
	If you look in the mirror
	You can see her standing there
	Those things are hers:
	The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
	And I got nerve:
	It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
	And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory
	That just keeps hanging on
	There's the ring that once h eld us together
	She wants it back
	So I'm sending it next week
	There's the coat of brown and dirty leather
	She doesn't really need it '
	Cause it's warm there out east
	Those things are hers:
	The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
	And I got nerve:
	It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
	And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory
	That just keeps hanging on
	There's the lamp that she turned off everynight
	When she came to bed
	And she held me in her arms
	There's the door that she walked through daily
	And the place that
	I last saw her
	When she walked out on me
	Those things are hers:
	The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
	And I got nerve:
	It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
	And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory
	That just keeps hanging on

	zuò qǔ : Levy
	Here we are
	We' re finally alone now
	It' s just you and me
	And the memories of her
	Please don' t go
	Though I know that you' re angry
	Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine
	There' s the glass
	That she pressed to her lips nightly
	If you look you can see a lipstick trace
	There' s the dress
	That she wore so tightly
	If you look in the mirror
	You can see her standing there
	Those things are hers:
	The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
	And I got nerve:
	It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone
	And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory
	That just keeps hanging on
	There' s the ring that once h eld us together
	She wants it back
	So I' m sending it next week
	There' s the coat of brown and dirty leather
	She doesn' t really need it '
	Cause it' s warm there out east
	Those things are hers:
	The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
	And I got nerve:
	It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone
	And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory
	That just keeps hanging on
	There' s the lamp that she turned off everynight
	When she came to bed
	And she held me in her arms
	There' s the door that she walked through daily
	And the place that
	I last saw her
	When she walked out on me
	Those things are hers:
	The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
	And I got nerve:
	It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone
	And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory
	That just keeps hanging on