Flight to London.

And there you go,
playing with my mind again.
You know its you who hold
my empty hard and wretched soul.
And so it goes, I accept.
I cannot deny this emotions for you.

For all this years,
a single photograph brings back tears.
Memories of you and me
through the times
we thought we'd have forever,
and you'd me mine.

Times have passed,
and our faces have aged.
We parted ways, and we added space.
The awkwardness of silence
I wish would break.

For all these years,
a single memory of you would bring me tears.
Conversations between you and me
through those nights,
silly words and anxious sighs,
and we'd burn ten minutes of telephone lines.

Rain, Snow and Heat,
I'd brave it all just to know
what I can keep.
I'd waste it all just for you
so I could hear,
the silly words I long from you,
but it never came to exist.

And here I go,
Remembering our time.
the first time we met and your sweet smile
to the last departure and your good bye.
The Sun rises to the West, but
Sunsets never end.