The night was young,
And so were we.
Lying across each other,
On slightly stained sheets.

We made plans,
Talked about our dreams.
We waged wars,
Fought about things that didn't even matter,
I  broke the fridge and ran out the door.
But you grabbed me by my knees,
Turned me upside down,
And I burst into laughter,
Thinking to myself,
Will we remember this moment,
Forty years from now,
When we are old and gray?

The night is young,
But we no longer are.
Lying across each other,
But far apart.

We’ve stopped making plans,
Because plans are for dreamers.
We talk about our past,
The people we used to be.
You try to pick me up,
But your knees have become weak,
So you place your hand on my cheek,
And I start to cry.
You say,
Darling,
I remember.
I remember everything.