Procol Harum - I Keep Forgetting (Live at Leicester University, 1975)

(Two-three go) I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't want me no more I keep forgetting that you told me that you Didn't want me around any more But these stupid old feet Just head for your street Like they've done so many times before And this stubborn old fist At the end of my wrist Keep knocking on your front door I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't want me no more I keep forgetting about those heartbreaking nights And those heartbreaking things that you said Though it's plain as can be You're finished with me I can't believe our love is dead Though I know in my heart Ahh, we've drifted apart I can't believe our love is dead I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more No, no, no But these stupid old feet Just head for your street Like they've done so many times before And this stubborn old fist At the end of my wrist Keep knocking on your front door I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more Oh like moon in the morning Though it mustn't be there I keep forgetting I keep forgetting I keep forgetting I, yeah Thank you I keep forgetting Just keep out of, ah, myself out of cold the last couple of days Must take a little bit of medicine, yeah Toast to Johan Strauss, Strath, Stauss is his birthday (Happy birthday, Johan) Since having fifth centenary, we've a strange request from Vienna T- would like to be part of an album and we gave it a try, Ended Up In Dire Straits So we need a bit of waltzing