Testo Amy

Wish that I could wish away love Every memory All the things young dreams are made of That ever used to be Cos if I could leave it all behind me There'd be nothing left to constantly remind me Of Amy, of Amy She comes and goes just like the seasons Keeping me on the run Between the fever and the reason I'm not the only one And I guess I'll always feel the same about love And I'll find it hard to even live without the love Of Amy, Amy, oh Amy Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy...