here I watch the midnights go and all this searching has to stop and how long this road appears and how uncertain in the night I've got so far to go and oh so little time though I may regret tomorrow I'd say yesterday was mine so let us sing of the tortured heart so let us revisit places past so let us dream of chances lost so let us sail on ships of gold here the years rush like blood and what we love we hurt the most adrift on that special day I glanced through to another world but considering this and reflecting that, promises broken and nothing else left what is real is better than what was dreamt, but still I can dream we will never know so let us sing of the tortured heart so let us revisit places past so let us dream of chances lost so let us sail on ships of gold to the shores of yesterday