Memory
Andrew Lloyd-Webber / T.S Eliot / Trevor Nunn
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the Moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale, cold smell of morning
A streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the Sun
Days in the Sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
Has begun