Echoes
of
loneliness,
traces
from
love
affairs,
will
never
disappear,
always
come
thru.
I
thought
I'd
never
know
the
time
to
see
you
go,
two
people
turned
into
one,
thinking
as
one.
A
hint
in
the
night,
a
touch
of
a
dream,
has
come
to
an
end,
we
run
from
one
heart
to
another
again.
The
rose
of
our
love
is
withered
and
torn
and
gone
from
one
heart
to
another.
Sailing
away
to
sea,
the
ships
made
of
you
and
me,
they
pass
in
the
darkest
nights
and
turn
out
the
lights.
And
I
thought
I'd
never
know
the
season
to
see
you
go,
two
people
twirled
into
one,
being
as
one.
A
hint
in
the
night...
running
running
from
one
heart
to
another...