In the dusty attic of my mind cluttered with old mem'ries from the past
I sometimes shuffle through a stack of forgotten faded photographs
Pressed in a book between the page I found an orchid that you wore
And a strand of your golden hair with a tear falls gently to the floor

As long as there is time you'll live within this world of mine
And we will drink a love sweet wine within this world of mine

What turned you into what you are today I'll never understand
But it's changed the dreams we used to share from gold to worthless grains of sand
In the frame work of these treasured souvenirs my eyes are blind of what I see
And the darkness is the keeper of the things that belong to you and me

As long as there is time...

I've built my world around you and I know that I must live within its walls
Be happy and content to pay no attention to the outside when it calls
Now I'm not feeling sorry for myself or I think I'm wasting time
Forever be my invitee and want to live within this world of mine

As long as there is time...
As long as there is time...