Still In Love (Currie Justin)

Lovers leave their traces Like jets across the sky They find in all these faces Lines they recognize My keepsakes have their places At the back of a drawer or slip 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 them all these ages And I know all the stories so well And I know we'll see their faces in hell So wipe away their traces Blow the dust off from the shelf 'Cause I'm still in love, I'm still in love I'm still in love with nothing but myself