(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.
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.