Opening my book, still having white pages inside
I try to remember your smile
Still feeling your breath beneath
I swear I can see your eyes burning
Like a swing you play with your heart
Oh, still too much unspoken feelings you keep inside
Let me tell you a real story
A story of a beautiful memory
Please, hear when I sing
Draw me close to you
Dear...Give me one last chance to love you more
And stop remind me
You're just a Mystic chord of memory
Turning on my pages, drinking up that tale
I hold a mesmerised peace
Innocence has breathed again with pain
My heart is still bleeding
And I despair at letting you gone away
Again...
Older, colder as ever
I can see your eyes throughout the pages
Your tears pouring down onto the floor
Making stumble down this mourning noise;
Thy poetic whisper I've heard
Whisper of a lone rider
...closing slowly that precious time
Weeping out my intense sense of love
I can't prevent me from crying
For I realise at last what I don't want to confess
That this is the end of the story
Of a romantic mystic chord of memory