Memory serves

Il est trop tard pour écrire quoique ce soit, mais le sentiment est là.

Juste là, dans l'espace entre ses mains et sa peau.

It's over
It's over
I feel like, the feeling is like
It's over
Why is it so hard to stay away?
Why is it so hard?
Tonight a special memory serves me,

and I'll wait to find that I'm gray.

Tonight is special...

I only memorize those dates I deny.

And I forget why it'll sing:

"Seize the day"