The Grace of Dying Memories

Pictures of bygones remained
the smell of winter nights
as life used to stand still in our hearts
Colours run out
time will pass
the point of sadness
and as i fall
i leave you behind — forever
chorus:
There was a time we ceased to speak
there was no time to say goodby
so many letters left to read
you keep yours and i keep mine
it’s over now
Look at us now
watch our promises fade in the wind
these words i long to forget
your face