The music plays so softly with our memories,
as we just drift from one scene to another
There's such a very special kind of magic
and mysticism about the older ballads
Time itself becomes so fluid and misty,
allowing anyone to revisit other whens
Moments of passion from yesterdays
complimenting what might-have-been
An ageless realm of fantasies enacted
with the wonder of youthful imagination
First kisses which take your breath away,
and mystical moments when your eyes meet
Proudly walking hand in hand down a street,
glowing inside and aware that everyone notices
Knowing without the slightest shadow of a doubt
that this shared love is surely meant to be forever
And who's to ever really say that somewhere in time,
it doesn't happen exactly as you truly wish it would've
