Trips down memory lane,
stripping the light and it looks just the same.
Places and faces and names are just games that we play
and all gone away now.
Somewhere the starlight shines just as bright as it did back then,
when the shadows fall right I can see into the night time of back in time
and back when then was fine.
Trips through the ranks of the memory banks all stood at attention,all wanting to mention the day,
all gone away now,
I bow my head,
rip away the threads of the past,
tear off the shreds of a time that did not last and
memory lane is cast into Room 101.
All gone now.