The Wedding Songtext
von Jerry Spin

I never took you for the sentimental
Nor conventional type
So picture my astonishment
To get your wedding invite
Back when we were still together
You would have hated
All this ostentation
I read your name on the cake
But you′re beyond recognition
With him
And I can't help but wonder
Could that have been me?
The old libertine
Turned petty bourgeoisie
I don′t resent you
I loved you back then
And I still love you now
At your wedding with him
At your wedding with him
At your own damn wedding


Colour‑matching garlands
Hand‑picked napkins
The whole damn catalogue
And as you waltz toward your opening dance
Dimly lit by wish lanterns
Your face twists in shock
And I can't help but wonder
Could that have been me?
The old libertine
Turned petty bourgeoisie
I don't resent you
I loved you back then
And I still love you now
At your wedding with him
At your wedding with him
At your own damn wedding
And I can′t help but wonder
Could that have been me?
The old libertine
Could that have been me?
I don′t resent you
Could that have been me?
I still love you now
Could that have been ...?