Time Held Its Breath a Motionless Spell Of Rapture across The Room a Memory Had Been Captured
and Through The Years though Distance Lay Between Us i Carried Your Torch to Illuminate The Darkness
and I Still Lose Myself in That Orange Glowing Moment when Your Upturned Face seemed To Answer All My Questions but When I Asked Myself as I Do From Time To Time Now where It All Went Wrong is There Really Any Point In Making Plans in Making Plans
so I Made My Vows in The Last Low Hours Of Morning as I Lay You Down i Heard You Whispering A Warning
but Then We Lost Ourselves in That Orange Glowing Moment and Your Upturned Face seemed To Answer All My Questions but When I Asked Myself as I Do From Time To Time Now where It All Went Wrong is There Really Any Point In Making Plans in Making Plans
and I Still Lose Myself i Still Lose Myself making Plans