‘There Isn't A Minute In The Day'


Those early days are a haze in the memory
Those early days are now framed like a painted scene
Really -
I never noticed how far we've come
The places we've been or the things we've done
But they remain like an amazingly detailed dream

Those early days are a haze of a golden hue
Those early days when I came and found you
When we were new
After all the mistakes we've made
And the times that we've come to each other's aid
Now it seems so far away
So, I wonder how much we've changed

I hope everything is still the same (what's to stop it?)
I know I'd be finished if things waned (I'm always watching)
'Cause there isn't a minute in the day when you're not in my brain

Those early days have a special place in the depths of my mind
Those early days have been replayed multitudinous times
And I find
That days don't feel quite as special now -
Maybe those were the air and these are the ground -
But they stay the measure I take to life's depths and heights

Those early days have a utopian glaze that can't be scratched
Those early days cast a shadow that fates nothing else to match
I guess that
Inevitably, who we once were must fade
Over the course of thousands of days
Now it seems so far away
I worry how much we've aged

I hope everything is still the same (what's to stop it?)
I know I'd be finished if things waned (I'm always watching)
'Cause there isn't a minute in the day when you're not in my brain

After all the mistakes we've made
And the times that we've come to each other's aid
Inevitably, who we once were must fade
Over the course of thousands of days

Now it seems so far away
So, I wonder how much we've changed
Now it seems so far away
I worry how much we've aged

I hope everything is still the same (what's to stop it?)
I know I'd be finished if things waned (I'm always watching)
'Cause there isn't a minute in the day when you're not in my brain.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2005