by tyler stenson © 2006 — ASCAP

I remember living there- remember me?
Nothing fills your heart like history.
There is room for little space
And all of our hearts can be replaced
So, we traded in the birch for the pine trees
And the evergreens.

New things always shine
But, they don’t make them anymore like the old things.

I remember loving you- remember me?
Nothing fills your heart like history.
There is room for little space
And all of our hearts can be replaced
But she will always be so close to me.

New things always shine
But, they don’t make them anymore like the old things.
What is new was never mine
So, I feel nothing really shines like the old things.