So I hope you keep those memories in a diary
On the nightstand by your bed
A long detailed anthology
Of all the mysteries locked away inside your head
Because it looks like I'll miss this:
Another Christmas, another birthday, another round
One more summer, one more season
One more winter without a sound

Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't move so fast
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a thousand seasons past

So now we have all this technology to send apologies
That just swim inside our heads
Our words are bouncing off the satellites
Through the lonely nights landing right inside our hands
But words are not as romantic as they cross the Atlantic
In some virtual cry for help
Spend one more summer, one more season
One more winter by yourself

Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't move so fast
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a thousand seasons past
Ooh-ooh. Aah-Aah
Ooh-ooh. Aah-Aah
Ooh-ooh
But words are not as romantic as they cross the Atlantic
In some virtual cry for help

So write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't move so fast
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a thousand seasons past
Now write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't move so fast
Yeah write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a thousand seasons past
Ooh-Ooh. Ooh-Ooh. Ooh-Ooh