Greetings from Las Vegas
Or so the postcard said
Lipstick on a coffee cup blood red
These little memories like cinders
Have kept him warm for years
From the fire he remembered they're now souvenirs
She shined like a diamond burned like a fever
But he was a classic runner a common deceiver
But the flame that she sparked rose just high enough
To keep him sifting through the ashes of old love
There's an eight by ten reminder
On the table by the bed
Perfume on the pillow
Where she laid her head
There ain't nothing colder
Than a young mans foolish pride
Words left unsaid that smolder
Down deep inside
She shined like a diamond burned like a fever
But he was a classic runner a common deciever
But the flame that she sparked rose just high enough
To keep him sifting through the ashes of old love
From Stacy Dean Campbell "Ashes Of Old Love"