The weeks slip by An uneventful day And so I'll sit myself down and write to you Of a time we shared way back But please don't listen To what I say Because I can't distract myself from memories To be honest about them today
And by now you should know About this habit of mine Where rose-tinting all of my memories Is my favourite pastime And oh I fear You don't deserve this To be the victim of my fantasies When it occurs to me to reminisce
My dear, what's this? Here we go again Snapshots memories and Polaroids We look so happy then So in this image I might indulge But you need not worry about me, m'dear I've got my own world
And by now you should know About this habit of mine Where rose-tinting all of my memories Is my favourite pastime And oh I fear You don't deserve this To be the victim of my fantasies When it occurs to me to reminisce