An old porch swing made once for two.

Cool night breeze calling out to you.

Ten thousand memories rise above,

the sunset waters of our love.

 

Just like the day slips into the night,

the love we had that was oh so right

it slipped away. It slipped away,

like day slips into night.

 

Was our love doomed to come and pass,

one day as fire, one day as ash?

Night after night. Night after night,

the memory of your face.

 

Yeah, was our loved doomed to come and pass,

one day as fire, one day as ash?

Night after night, I’m left to trace…

the sunset memory of your face.