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" Paladin Records 1999 Reynsong Publishing Corp(BMI)