The Alan Parsons Project

I need to remember the day
When we said goodbye for the very last time
There was still so much to say
But time came between us and quietly stole you away
Let me remember the day
We walk to the garden and sit for a while
The hours are slipping away
Still I try to hold them and freeze them in time
So leave me believing we'll meet here again
Promise me some kind of sign
As each day turns into night