I Light Up My Letter
It Seems Like All Old Lovers Get To Be Bad News
The Ones You Try So Hard To Hold You Turn Around And Lose
Burning Memories To Feel The Flame
Of A Love Grown Cold No One To Blame
Wishful Thinking Things Were Still The Same
I'm Burning Memories Just To Feel The Flame
Right Outside My Window In The Blue Street Light
A Couple Slowly Walking Home And Holding Tight
Though My Arms Are Aching
It's Not My Turn
And There Are Just A Few More Memories
I've Got Left To Burn
Burning Memories To Feel The Flame
Of A Love Grown Cold
It Seems Like All Old Lovers Get To Be Bad News
The Ones You Try So Hard To Hold You Turn Around And Lose
Burning Memories To Feel The Flame
The Ones You Try So Hard To Hold You Turn Around And Lose

Right Outside My Window In The Blue Street Light
Of A Love Grown Cold Nose
Burning memories to feel the flame
Of a long-grown heart, no one to blame
Wishful thinking, things were still the same
I'm burning memories just to feel the flame
of a long-grown heart