remember you
when you think of memories in our old house
how we used to run and play and laugh about
then you fear that everything with time will fade
why they gotta rain on your parade
you pick up a photograph of our old school
think of how we used to bend and break the rules
then a tear comes creeping to the corner of your eye
you dont appear as weeping to the passerby
when you have a memory of our old street
how every evening we would bicycle to meet
and when you fear that everything is never true
i will remember you, i will remember you