(D. Sahanaja — B.Kassan)
She never tells him what she wants or what she needs.
It seems to him the time is lost. It’s so hard to believe.
He thought they had a real good time — or so she said.
But now he knows their passion played a tape inside her head.
Things they would say,
Moments aflame —
And now it’s over.
Another day on his own,
And now it’s just a haze of memory and
he’s alone.
And how the time has passed him by inside his room.
A chord is struck, a melody comes floating from him soon.
And now he’s found the simple pleasure inside his head.
A memory lost on paper in a box under the bed.
Moments aflame —
Nowhere the game —
And now it’s over.
Another day on his own,
And now it’s just a haze of memory and
he’s alone.
The kind of pain
He must outgrow,
For what it’s worth now,
A memory and he’s alone.
He’s alone.
He’s alone.
He’s alone.