I'm squinting in the morning light I'm trying to turn my eyes I'm seeing, still not believing Still not believing all the things I'm feeling About the way things are And the way I am Am I old? Am I young? Do I believe in the things I've done? Too frantic to stand still Too cautious to say how I'm feeling Oh let these dreams carry me away And all these memories I try to force these memories And to remember everything The beauty and the inbetween The memories Your fist beneath the morning sheets The beauty and the everything The beauty and the inbetween To your ears I made a decision And I come out all indecision That everything here is finished If nothing lasts or is given Then I take my stand That are for you and me And all these memories I try to force these memories And to remember everything The beauty and the inbetween The memories Your fist beneath the morning sheets The beauty and the everything The beauty and the inbetween And if our faces Grow so old Then I will love you I will love you more Then I will love you more Then I will love you And memories I try to force these memories And to remember everything The beauty and the inbetween The memories Your fist beneath the morning sheets The beauty and the everything The beauty and the inbetween