Every time I stopped in the midst
I always found pieces of the past
Every time I saw the streets,
Every time I saw the sky,,,
Every time I felt the chill of nights,,,
In all the sidelines of my wandering minds
there's always tucked longing
Suddenly I remembered this and that
All the things that reminded me of the warmth that ever existed around me
I always found pieces of the past
Every time I saw the streets,
Every time I saw the sky,,,
Every time I felt the chill of nights,,,
In all the sidelines of my wandering minds
there's always tucked longing
Suddenly I remembered this and that
All the things that reminded me of the warmth that ever existed around me





