I think back to the time when I wouldn't drink wine, and they taught me right and wrong, and black and white,
Like death and the grave, some things never change, and I'll never let it rest until I die, no.

The fine art of friendship,
Meaning of love,
Understanding,
Growing old.

I wanna love someone special 'til death do us part, to have one and need no other,
Sometimes I cry, stumbling through my youth, 'cause I've loved so much, yet so little.

The fine art of friendship,
Meaning of love,
Understanding,
Growing old.

The fine art of friendship,
Meaning of love,
Understanding,
Growing old.

I think back to the time when I wouldn't drink wine, and they taught me right and wrong, and black and white,
Like death and the grave, oh, she never changed, and I'll never let it rest until I...