Take this down
Like a rite of passing
And hear this sound
Before it fades
To never
And goodbye
Is the only sigh
We just won't believe it
And tonight
As the sunset dies
Nothing comes to mind
And you hold in your hands
My dreams like sand that
I forget
Yet somehow you remember
And the tears that pass
Like broken glass of
Our regrets
Are somehow warm and tender
Well it's seventeen past Sunday
And November's starting to burn
Strike up a match
Let's raise it higher
Tonight
And the skies
Where our wishes fly
Relinquish all their glimmer
To your eyes
Like the northern lights
Start to shimmer
And you hold in your hands
My dreams like sand that
I forget
Yet somehow you remember
And the tears that pass
Like broken glass of
Our regrets
Are somehow warm and tender
Take me where we could be
Take from me the memory
The future is our history
Tonight
Take me where we could be
Take me anywhere
Take from me the memory
I wouldn't even care
The future is our history
Right now tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
And you hold in your hands
My dreams like sand that
I forget
Yet somehow you remember
And the tears that pass
Like broken glass of
Our regrets
Are somehow warm and tender
