I remember when You were a mess Said we'd look back then On all of this You hide it in the bush And you cry in your cup I've picked you up And knew just what to 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's street Before the trees grew tall Before their fruits were ripe But now you're like Some very rare wine Bottled up and the grapes Cut from the vine I remember it well, ooh I remember it well, ooh