The Apples in Stereo....My oh my, oh when I dream, I remember....

When I die I know I may never come back, If I cry I know I should think of December: summertime and the sunshine are not far from that, All the times I have been trying, I try to remember. All the times I have been trying, I try to forget... When I die, will I live to remember? When I die, or will I live to forget? When I die, or will I be gone forever? Then I'll have time, I'll have the time to think about that....