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...