The way it moves, so quickly,
untouchable and unstoppable.
A spectre of a dream once admired,
now a memory forcibly forgotten.
With the winter sun glaring down at us
it’s so easy to miss.
But those who are haunted by it
can never escape it.
The way it moves, so quickly,
untouchable and unstoppable.
A spectre of a dream once admired,
now a memory forcibly forgotten.
With the winter sun glaring down at us
it’s so easy to miss.
But those who are haunted by it
can never escape it.