Echoes will die
Whispers return...
Fevers will break
But a mem'ry
Will burn...
Drunk on a dream
We were
In those warm
Cafes we were
Aroused
In our separate
Ways
I was the wind
Whipping your heels
I was a child
I was lost
In ideals
How could I know,
My heart in,
Those restless days?
How could we go,
Our separate ways?
We were caught
In a wave
You and I
How we rode
The tide
Oh, we were alive
You and I
But the dream
Has died
Come back again
Think what we had
Freedom and fire
And a vision
Gone mad
But still that fire
Moves through your
Trembling gaze
Still we will go
Our separate ways
Come back again
Think what we had
Freedom and fire
And a vision
Gone mad
But still that fire
Moves through your
Trembling gaze
Still we will go
Our separate ways
We can't let go
Of those
Restless days
Days we recall
In our separate
Ways...