Stream Of Passion - This Moment

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Memories
Travelling slowly down the walls
As sweet as their whispering may sound
They are only ghosts
Voices
Building castles in the air
But as beautiful as they may seem
They will disappear
So don’t look back
And don’t look forward
Just take my hand
And come with me
In the fever of this moment
We will drown
Falling deeper into the unknown
She who’s writing the story
Can’t comply
But in this intoxicating stream
We’ll remain unseen
So take my hand, come with me
From this cloud of light
We’ll breathe endlessly
In the fever of this moment
We will drown
Falling deeper into the unknown
In the fury of this moment
We will sink
For a moment we will disappear