Lyrics

I remember days when the echoes of eagerness sounded like love in the space of my mind.
And now that sweet song is playing again, but i don't want to run to
you blind.

And now it seems it's time to choose the things i want to give to
you...the things i want to lose.

'Take your time' you've heard your mother say. 'Take care with who you keep, let most suitors fall away.'
But an open window lets the song of spring explore your mind. It lulls you into dream and then you wake to find...

That now it seems that it's time to choose the things you want to give to me...the things you want to lose.

Oooh, how could it be? I could see me lovin you professionally. Well maybe you should take my hand, and throw it to the wind,...
let me be a memory, but then again...

This place inside that calls to you is hearing your sweet harmony and longs for something true.