Westerness

1)
I still remember how we laughed
Content with what we had achieved
Completely unaware of what
Was yet to come

We painted pictures colourful
And placed them in our gallery
Enjoyed their sight while we grew old
Our dreams lived on

Ref:
Return to Westerness, my friend
We´ll meet there when our time has come
We´ll walk along the golden fields
And dream of dreams that we had once
When we were young

2)
What ever happened afterwards
I guess that time just took it´s toll
Our pictures faded silently
And what was left of our dreams
Was a memory
Just a memory so pale and weak

Ref:
Return to Westerness, my friend
We´ll meet there when our time has come
We´ll walk along the golden fields
And dream of dreams that died away
While we lived on

While we lived on and didn´t care
While we lived on
Dream of dreams that died away

Now they are gone


Copyright Lara Möller, 2001