This Moment - Stream Of Passion

Memories

Travelling slowly down the walls

As sweet as their whispering may sound

They are only ghosts

Voices

Building castles in the air

But as beautiful as they may seem

They will disappear

So don’t look back

And don’t look forward

Just take my hand

And come with me

In the fever of this moment

We will drown

Falling deeper into the unknown

She who’s writing the story

Can’t comply

But in this intoxicating stream

We’ll remain unseen

So take my hand, come with me

From this cloud of light

We’ll breathe endlessly

In the fever of this moment

We will drown

Falling deeper into the unknown

In the fury of this moment

We will sink

For a moment we will disappear