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 streets

With sewn on button eyes our ears become our memories

The blind loving the blind

And our voices become our fingers

And you touched me with your song

And 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