I'd feel your breath upon my cheek. But it all comes down to this one look into your eyes tells me something has gone. I must be out of my mind. I keep holding on. All my life I've known things must change find a way of their own.
History rolls along so slow.
We never notice where it's going. I go out at night to waste a little time. I say I'm doing fine. But Auld Lang Syne will ring as people sing the sorrows from the years that linger on. Will I still be fooling myself.