Lovers leave their traces   Like jets across the sky   They find in all these faces   Lines they recognize      My keepsakes have their places   At the back of a drawer or slip between pages   And stuck on a shelf      But I'm still in love, I'm still in love   I'm still in love with nothing but myself      Yes, sometimes I remember   The way they signed their names   And always in December   I feel some kind of shame      The heart it stays so tender   I reminisce like a hangman   Wishing his prisoners well      But I'm still in love, I'm still in love   I'm still in love with nothing but myself      And I know them all these ages   And I know all the stories so well   And I know we'll see their faces in hell      So wipe away their traces   Blow the dust off from the shelf   'Cause I'm still in love, I'm still in love   I'm still in love with nothing but myself