If I sang it again

​Why do I cling on to things that have gone

If I sang it again, would the refrain be strong

Would my idealised memories really come true?

Or would it be just the same, a future taboo

I need to live in today find a new path

Yesterday has gone, it’s ashes in the hearth

Remember the good and learn from the rest

The past is gone it should never be the best.