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