as I sit here to write
memories rush through straight
from my heart.
Like the gloomy yellow street light
On this cold winter night
the memories though not bright
bring warmth to my heart.
On this cold winter night
the memories though not bright
bring warmth to my heart.
Soaked in useless and wandering thoughts
I browse those pictures of u and me
recollecting the moments that brought
u to me.
Like the fog and the drizzle outside
made the roads look not so wide
the thoughts and feelings inside
made my big heart look not so huge.
made the roads look not so wide
the thoughts and feelings inside
made my big heart look not so huge.
Baby...this heart isn't enough to
to lock all those memories
This life isn't enough to
to live all those dream moments.
Memories of the past
Dreams of the future
Where is the time for the reality of the present?
This life isn't enough to
live the life I want to.
