Do you still remember the things we used to dream about?
Wasn't it all only foolish dreaming that slipped away with morning light?
Now I'm sitting all alone and outside it's getting too dark to see.
While I'm trying to remember all the good times but now it's too late for me.
It's
getting late my babe and I'm feeling lonely even when I'm standing in a crowd
thinking about all things did today, things that make not very proud.
Now I'm sitting all alone and even a small thought would take me a while.
I'm trying to remember all the good times, thinking about you, about your smile.
Now
it's time to go to sleep my babe
and I'm making speeches for myself
collecting thoughts that make up my mind
searching for something that I'll never
find
I know all these pleases won't return you back home
and I know it's not enough to just sing a song
dreaming about you every night even in daytime while walking along.
I remember the last things you said, it was something like:
"You don't like me no more and you want to be free".
I never thought it would happen but now it's happening again to me.