La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Memory’s all I got Like an afterthought What we felt and said Red wine in your bed On the naked floor Behind that gated door Always so discreet On 14 Washburn Street La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Hold me to your chest There I like it best In this catacomb Where it feels like home You showed how you were mine We laughed and took our time Where the walls don’t speak On 14 Washburn Street La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la 14 Washburn Street La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Oh, ooh La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la On 14 Washburn Street