no, i don't want to ride on your motorbike
that isn't something that i'll ever like
tó manel, tó manel
i don't even remember you well
that was the first time i saw my father cry
he just stood there and bawled it was sad to my eyes
tó manel, tó manel
i don't even remember you well
my cousin died he never got to grow up
and that guy just kept riding off in the dusk
tó manel, tó manel
i'm sorry but i don't remember you well
a silhouette of a memory is all that i have
tó manel in orange-red shorts hopping over a fence
tó manel, tó manel
i don't even remember you well
no, i don't want to ride on your motorbike
that isn't something that i'll ever like
tó manel, tó manel
i don't even remember you well
marc - vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, chatter
janie - bass, chatter
amelia - keyboards, chatter
spencer - drums, chatter
larissa - chatter
written by marc