14 Washburn Street
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
14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Memória é tudo que tenho
Como uma reflexão tardia
O que sentimos e dissemos
Vinho tinto na sua cama
No chão nu
Atrás daquela porta fechada
Sempre tão discreto
Na 14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Me segure no seu peito
Lá eu gosto mais
Nesta catacumba
Onde se sente em casa
Você mostrou como você era minha
Nós rimos e levamos nosso tempo
Onde as paredes não falam
Na 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
Na 14 Washburn Street