Текст The Rifles – Young For A Day

Little moments have been and passed
Some warm me and some cut like glass
And these memories are not mine alone
Is this really me, is this really my home

Now I hope it never passes
Now I hope it never fades
And though the years will age me
I know the times must change

And I remember the days and nights
The ones I call friends and the passers by
Only bit parts, to the final reel
And time moved fast, when time stood still
When time stood still
When time stood still

Now I hope it never passes
Now I hope it never fades away
And though the years will age me
I know the times must change

Now I hope it never passes (sweet memories)
Now I hope it never fades (sweet memories)
And though the years will age me (sweet memories)
I know the times must change (sweet memories)

Sweet sweet memories
Sweet sweet memories
Sweet sweet memories
Sweet sweet memories

Little moments have been and passed
Some warm me and some cut like glass