What will exist in forever?
Is the space between dreams and never,
traces of a past we can’t retrieve,
or the whispers of love we still believe?
Love will exist in forever.
Though I can’t tell you about the weather.
I wish this love could ride the ages with me.
But deep down, I don’t know it’s ever meant to be.
Nothing will exist in forever.
So why do I hold on to this endeavor?
Like shadows chasing light,
this heartache just doesn’t feel right.
Erase the pain, set my mind at ease,
and let me wipe out my memories.
Until they disappear so record-braking,
like a crazy dream upon waking.