It's a Catalogue lyrics

Towels and trunks, a parasol

Ah, Spring '09, Costa del Sol

That French chestnut flour, long since expired

But quite important

Ah-Ah-Ah Bye

Tickets (unused) for "Annie Hall"

We could have loved to relive it all

A toothbrush, a comb seem worst to keep

But oh so precious

Ah-Ah-Ah Bye

[Chorus]

Right in the midst of our glory

Right in the bliss of our love

Right at the peak of the story

We secretly wish to be doomed

Tinsel and angels and tiny bells

Terry cloth shoes from resort-hotels

The postcards from tour, the Rome's one fake

It's from Bologna

Ah-Ah-Ah Bye

[Chorus]

Right in the midst of our glory

Right in the bliss of our love

Right at the peak of the story

We secretly wish to be doomed

Relentlessly, our love

Suspiciously, our love

Enviably, our love

Sincerely yours, my love

My love