Oh, love, it changes shapes; it glows in many shades We won't be gone as long as our echoes resonate We need no photographs; the past's not only past I find us everywhere and that's how the magic lasts
Oh, love, it changes shapes; it glows in many shadesWe won't be gone as long as our echoes resonateWe need no photographs; the past's not only pastI find us everywhere and that's how the magic lasts