I remember Sundays in the park
Evening prayers in the dark
Sweet dreams of wings of hope
Eyes wide open as a new morning broke
I am desperate and I am nostalgic,
Clinging to the past.
As for tomorrow – I do believe
this carrousel will pass
beyond the point of no returning.
Good things never last.
An dit makes me sad and just…slightly mad!
In my memories – still homeward bound.
Those days were like a merry-go-round.
Youth didn’t come to soon.
Sweet temptation – sweet perfume.
I am desperate and I am nostalgic,
Clinging to the past.
As for tomorrow – I do believe
this carrousel will pass
beyond the point of no returning.
Good things never last.
An dit makes me sad and just…slightly mad!
Am I being over-nostalgic?
You’re clinging to the past.
The world today – I’m just not so sure
if life’s worth living for.
There were times when I was optimistic
We could have made it last.
But now I’m just so sad…
Don’t be desperate – don’t be frantic.
I’m clinging to the past.
I’ve got all the love you need.
I could have made it last.
It’s peaceful here and so romantic.
Instead I let it pass.
Now don’t be sad…don’t be sad.
Don’t be desperate – don’t be frantic.
I’m clinging to the past,
to a dream you thought could come real.
That hope is fading fast.
It’s peaceful here and so romantic.
Yes, I let it pass. Come back – and stay…
We’ll find a way…
Please…let me stay!