I remember when you were a mess
Said we'd look back then, on all of this
You hiding in the bush and you crying in your cup I picked you up and new just what to do
Do you remember when
We were happy again
Just to be friends
But All good things must end
How I lied on one dark night
Said you'd hold it against me for the rest of my life
Oh there was a time
When we'd walk down Saint John Street Before the trees grew tall
Before the fruits where ripe
But now you're like some very rare wine
Bottled up and the grapes cut from the vine
I remember it well
I remember it well so well