Walk down my palace of memories Treasures stored behind glass Again, I will look But never more touch Things long ago in the past Things long ago in the past Frozen like photos of faraway days Words in my head left unsaid Dreams I can see That were ne-er meant to be Turning around in my head Turning around in my head Carried back There by the smell of her hair Soft as her lips as we kissed Watching that summer Sun sink to the sea Treasures are moments like this Treasure the moments like this