The Hook کے بول

Pressed all your carnations In a black book Taped our song off the college station That was all it took I was pulled in by the hook Pulled in by the hook I got pieces of paper What's left of young love Didn't get a letter Just postcards and ticket stubs To remember the one I was thinking of The one I was thinking of Maybe some things aren't worth saving And you know I do But I'll never light a candle For the dream of you I'm not holding a flame for you But I'll keep every little thing that still reminds me of you Well, you felt like a present I wanted to be given more Opened up to wanting you Ribbons in a pile on the floor That's what young love is for That's what young love is for Maybe some things aren't worth saving And you know I do But I'd never light a candle For the dream of you I'm not holding a flame for you I'm not holding a flame for you But I'd keep every little thing that still reminds me of you