| In a darkened room in the Highlands
|
| So close to the waters edge
|
| Wine mixed with the starlight
|
| What was done and what was said
|
| I could tell that we had a reason
|
| I could feel the majesty in the air
|
| We were there on a wild Tahigwan night
|
| The spirit starts to move
|
| I can’t hear my voice it gets lost among the big noise
|
| The fire burned so deep
|
| And if I live a thousand years
|
| They’ll be treasures that I keep
|
| Oh thanks for the memories
|
| Seems to be good time pass to soon
|
| In a lonely room in a strange land
|
| Blowing smoke rings in the air
|
| Crushed live like my passion
|
| Lying on the empty streets
|
| Sweet curse of confusion
|
| Now I know my time is at hand
|
| It’s getting closer to daybreak
|
| This time I’m moving on
|
| The spirit lost it’s way
|
| But don’t let us cast the blame
|
| I can still recall your name
|
| And if the timings ever right
|
| We can build the bridge we burnt
|
| Cause I’m sure that we have learned
|
| Oh thanks for the memories
|
| Seems to be good time pass to soon
|
| Oh thanks for the memories
|
| Even though we live on distant shores |