Memory


“Fear of the present becoming the past… Time is a process most of us fear…as all things must pass…”


When you’re alone
You never get used to the quite
Hoping that love
Won’t vanish in the silence
 
And now as you near me I’m disarmed
Caught in the web of your charm
 
Oh please don’t become a memory on me
You’re’ not the memory that I need
Oh please there’s no one else for me
Oh don’t become a memory on me
 
There are some things
That only belong to me
That no one else but you can see
 
Romance is a style few understand
And there are fewer, who really can
 
Oh please don’t become a memory on me
It’s not the memory that I need
Oh please there is no one else I need
Years from today, look down memory lane for me