memories are so beautiful, fragile and colourful...
they soothe the hurt of the rugged roads..
but most of the time id just rather have you here
strength always came easy.. once upon a time
fought the world took it in my stride...
but dont ask be to be srtong about you,
tis something i can do naught,
and every street knows your name
evrywhere i go visions of us together
the concrete jungle and the streets of steel
they hold our life togther, cruel they remind me..
and memories they're beautiful, fragile and colourful
they try to soothe the wounds of this gruel,
but most of the time, let me be honest
yes most of the time it would be a blessing to have you here
