I can't recall the details at all The room, the four walls Of the night what remains The shape of our love, lines on a page As if everything I knew Was reduced to a mood Was there a time when I was sure There was no need for anything more Than just a simple moon Than just a simple moon Than just a simple moon Is this just a fantasy Will I soon be at the center of a ceremony Revealing the stage Reading lines from some tired page Well it seems I'm well on my way When every movement forward is just to delay My love, my love May be just a passing dream