Testo di Laspe

Thoughts are wavering Out of my mind into the clouds They float on and move out of sight The past is calling me Should I respond or carry on Contented with what is to come Shifting memories They fly away so far into the night Something in the wind Makes me wanna know what's calling out my name Picture-perfect frame Looks like a photograph, the present still remains Repeating memories A lapse in time and we're forgetting what we saved Thoughts are wavering Out of my mind into the clouds They float on and move out of sight The past is calling me Should I respond or carry on Contented with what is to come