And every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
The stars at night aren't as big and bright
In memory of what we used to call in love
The cou de gras that set me off
Last night I fell in love without you
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
Last night I fell in love without you
Would've made for decent fiction
In memory of what we used to call in love
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
As you make them out to be
Eating solo on your lawn
And only time will tell if violins will swell
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it