The nights of memory

Everytime I hear yoru voice

My hert receives the sound.

Like the most rousing melody

It's amazing me down to the ground.

I start to wonder

Everytime I look into your eyes.

How can something beautyful like this

Be filled with never passing lies?

Teardrops are falling

In the nights of memory.

I may be fallen

Because of everything you mean to me.

And this is where I want to go,

Away from everything that's real.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

You don't know the way I feel.