If you are alone, if you stayed
up for hours on nights, saw the sunrise,
remember me, remember then
my street that is left to the park,
the crumbling homes, doors made of glass.
If you are alone, if you spot a bench
at the corner and you feel the sadness,
remember me, remember then
my street that is left to the park,
the crumbling homes, doors made of glass.
Chorus
I want our names
to be engraved together again, on an old crust of a wild chestnut
for my lips to feel yours
in the shadow of our chestnut.
If you are alone, if you stayed
up for hours on nights, saw the sunrise,
remember me, remember then
my street that is left to the park,
the crumbling homes, doors made of glass.
Chorus
I want our names
to be engraved together again, on an old crust of a wild chestnut
for my lips to feel yours
in the shadow of our chestnut.
On an old crust of a wild chestnut, you and me