The wind is howling in an empty place
Cold and strange like eyes that stare into a glass
Covered by dust of bygone times.
A room might be there in that desert-home,
Filled with thoughts
we once loved,
Filled with visions and memories
And all things that once were precious to you and me.
I would like to meet you in a better place
And a better time, too.
But now I'm here, where I saw you last,
Where I lost my heart
Where all my feelings are caught
In bygone times.
Tell me, my love, are you happy still
In arms that are not mine?
Tell me, girl, don't you see something
Bygone times passing by,
Slow with pain of a touching past,
Once so sacred, once so bright,
Forever lost, yet living still
In some chamber of your mind?
Oh, how much I would like you to spare
This show of fading beats of a loving heart
Lost and struggling where the cold wind blows across the fields
Of bygone times, yes, of bygone times, my love.
Between the pages of a history book I found a folded page
Sheltering a drawing scribbled down by you
While you called me on the phone.
And I saw you near, babe,
and I felt you near, babe,
And I could understand, babe, our love is so real
And not a finished tale
Buried in the dust of history's pages
Frozen into a figure or a monument old.
No, it is living with all its might,
Our love is strong and unbroken.
And I know you feel it, too,
At the same time as I do.
Yes, I am sure that wherever you are
And whomever you might love
And whoever loves you
You'll know:
Our love doesn't belong to the times of bygone times.
(© Michel Montecrossa, Song Lyrics #1)
(The song "Bygone Times" is also presented in the movie "Living the Experience")
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