We never really feel it when we’re standing here, its always in the future that things become clear. Life is short and these are the times that we’ll look back and love when all that we loved seems distant. Midnight skies, music in our ears. Fires slowly dying to disappear. Faces we may never see again that twenty years from now will mean the world. I saw your hair glowing in the sun and again in the moonlight when the bells rang once. The lights in the sky on the fourth of July, I’ll remember until the end, from the rooftop where we watched them. If this is a memory I don’t want to know. Memories are just places we can never go that hang in the air until we leave them behind, the embers gently fading into the nighttime sky. Yeah, if this is a memory I don’t want to know. I’ll only regret the place that I can’t go. As time ticks away lets try to make it last, pretending it will never pass. These midnight skies, this music in our ears will be the fires dying to disappear. These faces that we may never see again don’t seem so invincible.