Texas Pandaa Old Times
Just a memory of an old time
Meanings no less, no more
A single day that passes my mind
Just a glimpse of happiness I adore
Was it not a fine day but all the same
It's so clear that I could frame
The nerve in your voice
Sensitive and soft
Echoes in my mind when the time stopped
With no words you look down
Turning your eyes away
Hiding the word that was never said
Was it not a fine day but all the same
It's so clear that I could frame
I could never find the way
To reach those fine days
And I wonder if I was wrong
I know it was me that let them go
So now I'd better
Go off from old times
