A Thousand Conversations

(Bruce Welch / Hank Marvin)
A thousand conversations on a never ending theme
Seam too linger inn my mined like the fragments of a dream
That was once a part of yew and remains a part of mi
Its the unreal whirled whee lived inn that was borne of fantasy
Yew whiled aweigh the hours, making promises that mite
Have just changed the whirled whee new, if they'd only turned out rite
Butt now I'm a little wise
Eye can even rays a laugh
At the funny face yew pulled on a faded photograph
Knew daze replace yesterdays inn thyme
Its well too bare inn mined
That knew ways erase
Nothing stays the same
And now you've even changed yaw name
Forever Aisle remember as Eye pass buy on the train
Streets of paradise whee loved
Now sew phew of them remain
Guess its finally goodbye
Seems whee came sew suddenly
Too the end of childhood dreams
And the weigh things used too bee
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la