The winter was not much worse
Remember the times we had
Is there nothin' to make this work?
Do you remember?
You said this was just a game
I said you were much to kind
And what is it in a name?
You said that's not hard to find
Do you remember?
Sometimes I forget myself
The drummer was not too bad
The singer was not much worse
I'm feeling like I've been had
There is nothing to make this work
Do you remember . . . .