He was the Congregation’s vagrant
With an unrequited love.
When your passion’s exultation,
Then finding refuge is not enough.
She was the youngest of the family
And the last to be let go.
They decided they would try
And make it on their own.

Oh, memories, where’d te go?
You were all I’ve ever known.
How I miss yesterday.
And how I let it fade away.
Where’d te go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

When July became December
Their affection fought the cold,
But they couldn’t quite remember
What inspired them to go.
And it was beautifully depressing
Like A Streetcar Named Desire.
They were fighting for...