كلمات The Grace Of Dying Memories

Pictures of bygones remained the smell of winter nights as life used to stand still in our hearts Colours run out time will pass the point of sadness and as i fall i leave you behind - forever chorus: There was a time we ceased to speak there was no time to say goodby so many letters left to read you keep yours and i keep mine it's over now Look at us now watch our promises fade in the wind these words i long to forget your face