Memory

maybe i'm in love with a memory
what once was true and real to me
waves shapin' sand
time like the sea
maybe i'm in love with a memory

i used to wait for the morning dove
the lonesome cry at the break of dawn
city fumes and noises mostly fill my ears
sirens and anger and wars that drain my tears
sometimes i ponder what is to what used to be
maybe i'm in love with a memory
sometimes i ponder what is to what used to be
maybe i'm in love with a memory

lovin' until death do us part
the future of promises lost out at sea
reachin' for a shadow in the dark
we can't return to what used to be

what i have learned under my skin
is how we taste the sting of sin
i know the truth that Jesus sets one free
each passing year it means more and more to me
i love Him more than what was or what will be
His love is more than a memory