Ohh.. Bring back those summer-filled days again…

Ohh.. Bring back those summer-filled days again…

Lets get carried away and bring in the rain…

Ohh.. the mellow shores and the green plains….

Waiting on the railway station.. taking the evening train…

And we should visit the caves where the mistletoes hang…

The desires and yearnings, there it all began..

Shrouded in darkness… But butterflies sang..

Isn’t that how your heart is.. deep inside full of childlike games?

The old church where the bells rang…

The peaceful tune from the chords sprang..

The tones still divine and tall it still stands…

Bouncing off the moonlight, like nights own band….

Ohh lets go to the church again.. to the blessed land…

Swim away with the symphony, enchanted by the chants…

Listen to the legend of the pirate’s organ and a ship so grand…

And look for the ship again… taken by the sea… drawn in the sand…

The country music in the downtown…

Dancing in the streetlight till it dawned..

Dance till the heart beats to the country score….

Dance till we are different no more…

Ohh bring back those days when life felt like never before….

The antique shop and the bookstore…

Writing messages on paper scrolls....

Off into the sea, found on another shore…

Or lost treasure of an island, like stars on the ocean floor…

What’s lost? What’s found? Its destiny we cannot adore….

Ohh why its destiny we cannot adore?

So, lets swim to the depths of the ocean floor…

Ask the wise souls from the ancient lore…

Can we bring back those days when life felt like never before?

A letter from the reaper’s lover afar…

What widow’s son wanted to say before going to the war…

Half a life, half a story, in need of time to unfold…

Half moon in the sky while sun on the horizon holds…

Ohh! Why such passion and feeling goes untold?

Ohh! Why night descends before the magic unfolds…

Ocean’s silt, a river’s filth… doesn’t turn into gold..

Heartfelt feelings worth a century’s reliving and there could have been so much more…

If only we could bring back those days when life felt like never before…

And what if we could bring back those days when life felt like never before?

So, why’s the sun not rising anymore?

And wind blows on different shores…

Rain seeping through forest’s pores…

Giza in all its glory… becomes Atlantis of legends old…

Simmering sand, slipping through fingers.. shaping into a different mould..

Envision the dreadful change.. tomorrows beauty to behold..

Tomorrow’s full of days like never before…

And heart yearns for the past no more….

Because the heart yearns for the past no more….