You

 When all that's left is memories 

I find myself living on a dream, 

thinking what could have been 

all that time passed is a sin. 

The leaves have fallen down

and now they blanket the ground,

it is as if the day has died 

I find myself taking a good cry. 

Once more I close my eyes

and it's certainly no surprise,

that in the dark I see

you there dancing with me.