The Memory Machine - Julia Stone

I miss you

And the memory machine

And the factory where we make

Something of dreams

And we wandered around your street

With sewn on button eyes

Our ears become our memories

The blind loving the blind

And our voices became our fingers

And you touched me with your song

You touched me all night long

I miss you

I miss you

And the memory machine

Making whiskey from the things

We no longer need

And you kissed me

But I was too drunk to really know

That you loved me

Enough to watch me go

I miss you