• Each moment no more then a milla-second,
    We cling to the memory,
    But even as we hold on it still fades,
    Till it is almost a dream,
    Nothing seams real when I am with him,
    And I feel that it must be a dream,
    For nothing has ever been this good in my life,
    We never want to say good-bye,
    In our secluded moments,
    We thrive, breath and live,
    And we remember that point in time,
    Until we meet the next day,
    And it all begins again.