| I remember how we looked at the embryo in the jar together
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| And I remember how we stood talking in the store to each other
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| It was love
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| But what is it now
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| It’s pain
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| I remember your face and I remember your grace
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| I remember, I remember, I just remember
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| And I remember how we laughed at the jokes that we had between us And I remember how we talked and mocked each other blatantly
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| It was fun
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| But what is it now
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| It’s pain
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| And I remember how you smiled
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| And that light that was in your eyes
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| And I remember how pretty you were always a pleasant surprise
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| It was nice
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| But what is it now
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| It’s pain
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| I remember your face and I remember your grace
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| I remember, I remember, I just remember
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| And I remember you at the funeral shaking hands and hanging coats
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| And I remember you standing pregnant at the art room
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| It was weird
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| But what is it now
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| It’s pain
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| I remember your face and I remember your grace
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| I remember, I remember, I just remember
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| When I saw you at the department store
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| I said «have a nice baby»
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| You were standing happy, I left you with that smile on your face
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| Years later I was hitchhiking and that mortician picked me up Then he said to me, he said «good luck»
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| I remember how we looked at the embryo in the jar together
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| And I remember how we stood talking in the store to each other
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| It was love
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| But what is it now
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| It’s pain
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| Danny don’t rap, Danny… |