I remember Sundays in the park Evening prayers in the dark Sweet dreams of wings of hope Eyes wide open as a new morning broke I am desperate and I am nostalgic, Clinging to the past. As for tomorrow – I do believe This carrousel will pass Beyond the point of no returning. Good things never last. An dit makes me sad and just... slightly mad! In my memories – still homeward bound. Those days were like a merry-go-round. Youth didn't come to soon. Sweet temptation – sweet perfume. I am desperate and I am nostalgic, Clinging to the past. As for tomorrow – I do believe This carrousel will pass Beyond the point of no returning. Good things never last. An dit makes me sad and just... slightly mad! Am I being over-nostalgic? You're clinging to the past. The world today – I'm just not so sure If life's worth living for. There were times when I was optimistic We could have made it last. But now I'm just so sad... Don't be desperate – don't be frantic. I'm clinging to the past. I've got all the love you need. I could have made it last. It's peaceful here and so romantic. Instead I let it pass. Now don't be sad... don't be sad. Don't be desperate – don't be frantic. I'm clinging to the past, To a dream you thought could come real. That hope is fading fast. It's peaceful here and so romantic. Yes, I let it pass. Come back – and stay... We'll find a way... Please... let me stay!