Memories light the corners of my mind 

Misty water coloured memories of the way we were. 

Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind 

smiles we gave to one another for the way we were 

Can it be that it was all so simple then? 

Or has time rewritten every line? 

And if we had the chance to do it all again 

tell me would we, could we? 



Memories may be beautiful and yet 

much too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget 

So it's the laughter, we will remember 

Whenever we remember the way we were. 

Ah --- 

we simply choose to forget 

So it's the laughter we will remember 

Whenever we remember the way we were 

the way we were