作曲 : Sture Zetterberg
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Memory’s all I got
Like an afterthought
What we felt and said
Red wine in your bed
On the naked floor
Behind that gated door
Always so discreet
On 14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Hold me to your chest
There I like it best
In this catacomb
Where it feels like home
You showed how you were mine
We laughed and took our time
Where the walls don’t speak
On 14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Oh, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
On 14 Washburn S
作曲 : Sture Zetterberg
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Memory’s all I got
Like an afterthought
What we felt and said
Red wine in your bed
On the naked floor
Behind that gated door
Always so discreet
On 14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Hold me to your chest
There I like it best
In this catacomb
Where it feels like home
You showed how you were mine
We laughed and took our time
Where the walls don’t speak
On 14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Oh, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
On 14 Washburn S
