It’s something in the way the lovers looked away,
It’s something in the way I looked at you,
Something in the way we look tonight,
And something in who I want to be.
It’s ineffable, unspeakable, unliveable
Confusion about all we are.
It’s an ache that never goes away,
It’s the longing to be young and beautiful.
It’s the regrets of everything that fades away,
It’s the flaming moments forgotten that burn,
It’s the songs of ages that end,
It’s the moment you know…
All the bright and wonderful things
Fade so fast,
And they never come back.
Or Why, why,
Do all good things come to an end?