Highly - Cousteau

Once you spoke of me

So highly then

Now won't even give me

The light of day

Seems like you've fallen

Out of love

Feels like i'm digging

My own grave

And now you've thrown it all away

And how you've thrown it all away

A satellite is falling

From the sky

And an engine

Is failing far away

Everytime you speak

So badly of

All the perfect times

That we did share

And now you've taken it away

And how can these

Memories be saved

The can be saved

And now you've taken it away

And how can these

Memories be saved

The can be saved

The can be saved