Memory
Memory

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.
I remember a time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again.

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too.
And a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning.
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning.

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory of my days in the sun.
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun.