Where Time Stands Still Sarah D 1999
I used to feel alone and in my thoughts afraid,
'Till I saw myself in your eyes that day.
We're more alike than you think. I see the pastures green.
I want. I color memory into fantasy.
I used to wish love would come with sudden rush and fire.
And never die, and never fade, and never lose desire.
We're more alike than you think. I see the pastures green.
I want. I color memory into fantasy.
Where time stands still and colors fade to muted hue.
Then reverie turns into life and life takes me from you.
Love is more than passion, more than emotion's whore.
It's faithful tender caring, patient kind and more.
We're more alike than you think. I see the pastures green.
I want. I color memory into fantasy.
Love is more than passion, more than emotion's whore.
It's faithful tender caring, patient kind and more.
Oft' times desire skews perception true.
Oft' times I stop and ponder thoughts of you.
We're more alike than you think. I see the pastures green.
I want. I color memory into fantasy.
We're more alike than you think. I see the pastures green.
I want. I color memory into fantasy
Where time stands still and colors fade to muted hue.
Then reverie turns into life and life takes me from you.
I used to feel alone, in my thoughts afraid.
I used to feel alone.
I used to feel ...
