Memories … what are they made of? ...
... Dreams of the past
... those thoughts in my mind
... that just seem to last and last.

Precious moments I will never have again ...
... those precious moments
... when you and I were friends.

The times we were together ...
... it's all now but a dream
... as I wake up each morning to an empty room
... filled with memories of you ...
... and filtering rays of Sunbeams.