If the hand of time
Were hand that I could hold
I`d keep them warm.
And in my hand
They `d not turn cold.
Hand in hand
We`d choose
The moments that should last.
Timeless moments
That have no future
And no past.
The summer
From the top of a swing
The comfort
In the sound of a laughter.
The innocense
Of leaves in spring
But most of all
The moment when love touched me.
All the happy days
We`ve never learned to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose the wave goodbye.