Got your letter in the mail,
the writing caught my eye
like a missing photograph
of a place and time gone by.
Hurriedly, I scanned the page
to see what you would say,
and there in your familiar hand
was a question right away:
Do you still remember me?
Do you still remember me?
Do you ever have
a tender thought about me?
Yes, I still remember you.
And I still remember you,
but it took some time
to learn to live without you.
How am I supposed to feel?
You take me for a fool.
You talk to me like some old friend
that you used to know in school.
I remember love too well,
every tender kiss.
I never thought with all our love
it would have to end like this.
Do you still remember me?
Do you still remember me?
Do you ever have
a tender thought about me?
Yes, I still remember you.
And I still remember you,
but it took some time
to learn to live without you.
Do you still remember me?
Do you still remember me?
Do you ever have
a tender thought about me?
Yes, I still remember you.
And I still remember you,
but it took some time
to learn to live without you.
Do you still remember me?
Do you still remember me?
Do you ever think about me?
'Cause I still remember you
and I still remember you
and I tried so hard to live without you.
Whoa, whoa
Yes, I still remember you.
Do you still remember me?
Yes, I still remember you.
Do you still remember me?
Yes, I still remember you.
Oh, you still remember me?
Yes, I still remember you.
Do you still remember me?
Yes, I still remember you.