He was too drunk to understand – is it love or not?, but
Her body was smooth and her lips were soft
Was he needled by “star-pins”?
Was he dreaming or not?
But she disappear into the dark
Said to him with the worming:
“Don’t forget -
to forget me in morning”!
Guitar solo
This is the memory of the lips,
Or maybe my drunken dream?
This is the memory of the lips,
Haw can I believe?
This just the memory of the lips,
The lips, singing out this song
Harmonica solo
She take bus N41 and disappeared in light
She thought, “why didn’t I stay?
Was I’m did it all right”?
His hair was dirty and he smelt of alcohol, but
The memory of the lips,
Sweet memory of his lips,
led her to writing this song
Flute solo
This is the memory of his lips,
This is wasn’t a dream,
This just the memory of her lips,
Haw can they forgive?
This is the memory of the lips,
The lips, singing out this song