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Bruno The Singer

Compositor: Bruno The Singer

If you want to know
I will let you go before the day is done

Time has passed us by
Rushed right by our eyes
And it's already gone

Baby, can't you see
The distance lying in between

Our love has fallen out of reach
And out of sight

Faded memory
Trying to foresee whatever lies beyond

Passing reverie
Fleeting like the wind
That blows that flaming torch

Carried for so long
And left forgotten long ago

You can't deny
The fire burns less bright in time

It's true
There's nothing here except for me and you
Fragments of a story
Lovers in their glory
Product of a tired narrative

It's true
I wouldn't dare to lie in front of you
A cracked configuration
A slack imagination
Figment of a worn out memory

Aaah, aaah

It's true
There's nothing here except for me and you
Fragments of a story
Lovers in their glory
Product of a tired narrative

It's true
I wouldn't dare to lie in front of you
A cracked configuration
A slack imagination
Figment of a tired memory