Jp
30-07-2001, 19:31
Sitting here listening,
To an old album track,
Memories of a forgotten time,
come swirling back.
An age of innocence and dreams,
Of excitement and fears,
The first kiss of a lover,
The first sting of real tears.
Neverending summers,
Football in the park,
Electricity in the nightclubs,
Awkward fummbles in the dark.
Time trickled slowly by,
A day seemed like a week,
My heart was still untarnished,
Experiences yet to seek.
Would I go back?
Memory erased, thats for sure,
To look through these tired eyes of mine,
And see my first sunrise once more.
To an old album track,
Memories of a forgotten time,
come swirling back.
An age of innocence and dreams,
Of excitement and fears,
The first kiss of a lover,
The first sting of real tears.
Neverending summers,
Football in the park,
Electricity in the nightclubs,
Awkward fummbles in the dark.
Time trickled slowly by,
A day seemed like a week,
My heart was still untarnished,
Experiences yet to seek.
Would I go back?
Memory erased, thats for sure,
To look through these tired eyes of mine,
And see my first sunrise once more.