My world is like a river as dark as it is deep Night after night the past slips in and gathers all my sleep My days are just and endless stream of emptiness to me Filled only by the fleeting moments of her memories
Sweet memories Sweet memories
She slipped into the silence of my dreams again last night Wandering from room to room, she's turning on each light Her laughter spills like water from the river to the sea And I'm swept away from sadness clinging to her memories
