Honey I told you   that these things never last   and one of these days now   you'll start dreaming of the past      when life was once too short for all the things we'd do and the shots we'd call   and endless summer without a fall   when promises were meant to keep   and nighttime wasn't meant for sleep   a love story at it's peak      doesn't it feel good   to know that you`ve been loved   and doesn`t it make you   laugh when you think of      the day when we all got lost on the old mans farm   just trying to get across    it was only then I knew what love was   Sunday mornings that never ended and hangovers that never mended   a love story at its peak