This Moment

Stream of Passion
Memories travelling slowly down the walls
As sweet as their whispering may sound
They are only ghosts
Voices building castles in the air
But as beautiful as they may seem
They will disappear
So don't look back
And don't look forward
Just take my hand
And come with me
In the fever of this moment, we will drown
Falling deeper into the unknown
She who's writing the story can't comply
But in this intoxicating stream
We'll remain unseen
So take my hand
Come with me
In the fever of this moment, we will drown
Falling deeper into the unknown
From this cloud of light, we'll breathe endlessly
In the fever of this moment, we will drown
Falling deeper into the unknown
In the fury of this moment, we will sink
For a moment, we will disappear
From this cloud of light, we'll breathe endlessly