I could take your hand and kiss you if I were younger, just as when I dreamed a dream I wouldn't be afraid of losing what I have or throwing myself into that stream But that's a long time ago I know you feel the same Even though what I've got is just an oversized ego I want your love more than any fame Is there anything I can still do, not to let you go? We were heading to hope but we have ended up drifting upon the shore You remember you were also in a fantasy, though we may have aged too much to love frankly, but our love still smells like the morning air of May. I used to be able to sing to stop your tears, now the time we spent makes me awkward and humble Again, I'm struggling to capture you in my verse using all my ability for which I gave up a lot. This path continues, regardless of what and how we are to a waterfall. We'll find ourselves missing the ceaseless chaotic voice that must have been in our prime to love frankly, but your name on the strand is taken away by the memory waves We are heading to hope and we will end up drifting upon the shore You remember you were also in a fantasy, though we may have aged too much to love frankly but our love still smells like the morning air of May