Your eyes still know me, but do your lips?
Do you remember how it felt, to have my hand round your hips?
I know you remember who I was, but do you know how you felt?
Do you remember the way I made your heart melt?
Do your hands remember mine, like mine remember yours?
Do you remember how I laughed, when we were sitting outdoors?

I don't think you do, I think you forgot,
and for that reason alone, I envy you a lot.