Daily, time unravels
Brightest passion becomes shade
Memories, former glories
Lose their meaning and slip away
Slowly, as we wander
What was hidden is revealed
Not content with disappointment
Thoughts turn to deeper needs
We have become lovers
Lovers
Lovers
Hours in seclusion
Stale emotions washed away
Lost in rapture and in feeling
Escaping the charade
We have become lovers
Lovers
We have become lovers
Lovers
Lovers
Faded flowers, empty bedrooms
Filled with cobwebs and with dust
Forever haunt with memories
Of desire and distrust
We have become lovers
Lovers
We have become lovers
Lovers
Lovers
Lovers
Lovers