Peter Chilvers and Tim Bowness - Sleeping Face

Still thinking of the Sixties
Now you’re in your sixties
History made a plaything of your past

Feeling sad about the moment
Feeling sad about the dream
It hits you like a fist
It hits you like a fist

Crying for her memory
While she’s lying there beside you
You’re missing her madly
As you touch her sleeping face.

You should have got kinder
Not stranger and stranger
But nothing you ever did was fair

You should have tried harder
But you couldn’t be bothered
You don’t know what you missed
You don’t know what you missed

Crying for her memory
While she’s lying there beside you
You’re missing her madly
As you touch her sleeping face

Bernard in the arms of his father
Renee in the wreck of a car -
The things that made you what you are

How quickly it goes
How quickly
How quickly it slows

Written by:
PETER CHILVERS, TIM BOWNESS

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