Before the Storm Demis Roussos

Traces of illusion
Distant memories
Haste in your conclusions
Things that used to be

Silence grew between us
Then became a friend
All it left between us
Slowly turned to sand

I could try again this time
It would be in vain
Now that we know every line
We know how it ends

The storm is drawing near and just this once
I go before it starts to rain
The world at last descends this once
I can't go through it all again

Moments of confusion
Linger every time
Each in our seclusion
What's there left to find

Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Nothing to remember
Nothing to regret