The music that we made just
makes me cry,
And the music that you sing
Can make me die, a bit,
inside.
You've joined my life and
Memories of you,
Now, will never
end,
Cause the music that we made,
Can make me cry.
The smile that
you give me
When you turn
To look my way.
The sparkle that no other
eyes
can hold,
I see you there before me
And I know that
soon
You'll be
Just a memory of
Another part of me.
But the
music that we made
Can make me cry . . . Into the night
And the music that
I
Hear you sing
Can make me die, inside.
Cause I know you're
Just a memory,
Of some time we spent
One day,
And the songs I'm
hearing now,
Will most likely fade away. . .
. . . into the night.
