Enjoy the past, the memories they last.
But we have today so embrace the moment.
I sit in naked wonder.
I walked through the trees beneath the breeze, saw a child so sad.
Her bright eyes burn in me.
Shines with the pale moonlight.
Holy ghost I caught your lonesome stare, frightening piercing sadness.
Your sight blinds my eyes.
Memories I cannot hide.
Your mystic haze stirs young romance; I shy away like a child.
And the night plays with its shadows.
Oh it plays like a child.
The deathly painters on your walls, they travel on.
I looked to the room where we once laid.
My thoughts roamed all the way to the gates.
Morning fog whirling thick like smoke.
My restless farewell, my maiden.
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Enjoy the past, the memories they last.
But we have today so embrace the moment.
I sit in naked wonder.
I walked through the trees beneath the breeze, saw a child so sad.
Her bright eyes burn in me.
Shines with the pale moonlight.
Holy ghost I caught your lonesome stare, frightening piercing sadness.
Your sight blinds my eyes.
Memories I cannot hide.
Your mystic haze stirs young romance; I shy away like a child.
And the night plays with its shadows.
Oh it plays like a child.
The deathly painters on your walls, they travel on.
I looked to the room where we once laid.
My thoughts roamed all the way to the gates.
Morning fog whirling thick like smoke.
My restless farewell, my maiden.
But we have today so embrace the moment.
I sit in naked wonder.
I walked through the trees beneath the breeze, saw a child so sad.
Her bright eyes burn in me.
Shines with the pale moonlight.
Holy ghost I caught your lonesome stare, frightening piercing sadness.
Your sight blinds my eyes.
Memories I cannot hide.
Your mystic haze stirs young romance; I shy away like a child.
And the night plays with its shadows.
Oh it plays like a child.
The deathly painters on your walls, they travel on.
I looked to the room where we once laid.
My thoughts roamed all the way to the gates.
Morning fog whirling thick like smoke.
My restless farewell, my maiden.