Walk down my palace of memories
Treasures stored behind glass
Again, I will look
But never more touch
Things long ago in the past
Things long ago in the past
Frozen like photos of faraway days
Words in my head left unsaid
Dreams I can see
That were ne-er meant to be
Turning around in my head
Turning around in my head
Carried back
There by the smell of her hair
Soft as her lips as we kissed
Watching that summer
Sun sink to the sea
Treasures are moments like this
Treasure the moments like this