Midnight 
Not a sound from the pavement 
Has the moon lost her memory 
She is smiling alone 
In the lamplight 
The withered leaves collect at my feet 
And the wind begins to moan 

Memory 
All alone in the moonlight 
I can smile at the old days 
Life was beautiful then 
I remember the time 
I knew what happiness was 
Let the memory live again 

Every street lamp seems to beat 
fatalistic warning 
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters 
And soon it will be morning 

Daylight 
I must wait for the sunrise 
I must think of a new life 
And I mustn't give in 
When the [bad word] 
Tonight will be a memory too 
And a new life will begin 

Burnt out ends of smoky days 
The still cold smell of morning 
street lamp dies, another night is over 
Another day is dawning 

Touch me, 
It is so easy to leave me 
All alone with my memory 
Of my days in the sun 
If you touch me, 
You'll understand what happiness is 
Look, a new day has begun...

Оригинал: [bad word] [bad word] sarah_brightman/memory_sb
Copyright: [bad word] [bad word] ©