These are the best hours of every day.
A left-over of the fun we share ourselves alone.
No more hustle and bustle.
No cars bumper to bumper.
Night stays here to dim down the light
And lets music take us far away through imagination.
But when you get home, you pour yourself a drink
from an almost empty glass, over and over,
downing it fast, drowning the past while thinking too hard
Thinking you could have done that but you did this
Feeling sorry you should have been there while you were here
They say we can’t let things slip away through our hands
But are we living to regret what has happened to us out of everyday’s lives.
There’s always a lesson worth learning behind every failure
At least we did it
Never regret for something you may easily forget
Don’t worry to feel sorry
Time we spend ourselves is the time worth remembering yet we’re gonna miss,
Because we know we could never ever turn back the hands of time.
But in return, experience is what makes it worthy