Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson



Broke into the old apartment

This is where we used to live

Broken glass, broke and hungry

broken hearts and broken bones

This is where we used to live



Why did you paint the walls?

Why did you clean the floor?

Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?

This is where we used to live



Why did you keep the mousetrap?

Why did you keep the dishrack?

these things used to be mine

I guess they still are, I want them back



Broke into the old apartment

Forty-two stairs from the street

Crooked landing, crooked landlord

Narrow laneway filled with crooks.

This is where we used to live.



Why did they pave the lawn?

why did they change the locks?

Why did I have to break it, I only came here to talk

This is where we used to live



How is the neighbor downstairs?

How is her temper this year?

I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun

I know we don't live here anymore

We bought an old house on the Danforth

She loves me and her body keeps me warm

I'm happy here

But this is where we used to live



Broke into the old apartment

Tore the phone out of the wall

Only memories, fading memories

Blending into dull tableaux



I want them back

I want them back