Stream Of Passion - This Moment

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