Words Willcox / Music Bogen)



The burning,

Burn, burn, burn, burn, turning

I'm yearning, yearning

Your presence is my breakthrough

But all scars fade with time



They say that time is ours

And they say that youth is a flower

Whose blossoms soon blow away

Another year lying on soft blades



I love you too much to hurt you

But I must leave you behind

Your patience is your virtue

Your love light will burn forever in my mind



They say that time is ours

And they say that youth is a flower

Whose blossoms soon blow away

Another year lying on soft blades

Lying, lying, lying on soft blades



Your presence is my breakthrough

But all scars fade with time

And love heals and love forgives

Even the gratest crime yeah!



They say that time is ours

And they say that youth is a flower

Whose blossoms soon blow away

Another year lying on soft blades