I remember your heavy sleeping head on my shoulder.
I remember your cheeks so wet and cold from the rain.
I remember your hair all in my face as you’d kiss me.
But the truth is I’m starting to forget you girl.
I remember you running through the street just to meet here,
And the way you’d always write my name while on the phone.
I remember Sunday morning light shining on you,
And as you’d wake up your arms would surround me.
Oh my love, come run away from this.
‘Cos oh my love, what happened now to us.
