Perhaps my
Best days are
Gone when there was the laghter
A bitter taste of fires
May keep the hopes asunder
And I dont want it to come back
Wasn't there a dream?
Last night
Nothing really seems
My eyes
Would come back
And torment you
Perhaps my
Best days are
Gone when there was the laghter
A bitter taste of fires
May keep the hopes asunder
And I dont want it to come back
Wasn't there a dream?
Last night
Nothing really seems
My eyes
Would come back
And torment you
Now these troubles feed
My unredeemed song
Wasn't there a dream?
Last night
Nothing really seems
My eyes
Would come back
And torment you