honey i told you

that these things never last

and one of these days now

you`ll start dreaming of the past



when life was once too short for all the things we`d do and the shots we`d call

and endless summer without a fall

when promises were meant to keep

and nighttime wasn`t meant for sleep

a love story at it`s peak



doesn`t it feel good

to know that you`ve been loved

and doesn`t it make you

laugh when you think of



the day when we all got lost on the old mans farm

just trying to get across 

it was only then i knew what love was

sunday mornings that never ended and hangovers that never mended

a love story at  it`s peak