If the hand of time
Were hand that I could hold
I´d keep them warm.

And in my hand
They ´d not turn cold.

Hand in hand
We´d choose
The moments that should last.

Timeless moments
That have no future
And no past.

The summer
From the top of a swing
The comfort
In the sound of a laughter.

The innocense
Of leaves in spring
But most of all
The moment when love touched me.

All the happy days
We´ve never learned to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose the wave goodbye.