Where's all the excitement gone?
Where's the passion, I see none.
Idle chit chat, no sweet pillow talk.
No more parks for our daily walk.
No more phone calls in lovers tone.
Reasons all gone to rush on home.
I hate what time can erode and kill.
It has power to ruin your life at will.
So now the question, a familiar one.
Is now the time that we moved on?