The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams giv’n o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.~
The flying hours are gone;
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.”
The flying hours are gone;
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.”
The unimaginable:
A moment captured for eternity
How impossible it would seem
I wish I had a machine
To capture the feeling with you
Not just as I remember it now,
But totally honest and true
How we felt inside
Captured, where you’re held alive…
The unimaginable:
A moment captured for eternity
How impossible it would seem
I wish I had a machine
To capture the feeling with you
Not just as I remember it now,
But totally honest and true
How we felt inside
Captured, where you’re held alive…