What i feel now has been a distant memory,
of what i felt for you when i was but nineteen...

Went to see some friends today,
and then rode to Manor Avenue...

Last week it all looked bad,
how will we ever buy a house...

A couple of hours here,
a couple of hours there...

Moving in today,
still plenty to do...

Everyone needs someone,
and my someone is you...

You are so much loved by me,
i hate it when people treat you badly...

How do we get what we want in this life.
Is it just luck , a throw of the dice...

Like i said,
my mum is really nice...

Everytime i talk to you,
i get to know you a little more...

It feels good to get a mail from you,
just especially before i go...

Its getting really close,
and its going to hit the fan...