sábado, 6 de março de 2010

Coming and Going

Sweet dreams has come and gone.
The flowers died. They fell.
The seasons has come and gone.
They were fast. Faster than before,
When you were here.

The wind has come and gone.
It's always coming and going...
The love has come and gone.
But... Like the wind? No,
I don't think so...
The love has come and gone,
But won't come again.
Unfortunately.

The rain has come and gone.
It cleaned us up and went away.
It purified us, thank God for that.
That music, that beautiful music has come, but hasn't gone yet.
It's still in my mind.
Playing when I remember you.

The passion has come and gone.
The flame is now low. Almost erased.
But it's still there. Waiting hopelessly.
Yes, hopelessly.