Calendars - Ana Popovic

I got to fix the light

And pour me a drink

I’m ‘bout to spill my life

With every drop of ink

To recall what’s miles away

And will never feel the same

The life I lead

Before I learned your name

My night is old

My hours have no name

Yesterday still held me lonely

Tonight just in vain

Who has rolled the dices

And got me playing that game

Memory of the life I led

Before I learned your name

I can’t recall

My old ways

There were no Valentine’s

And no St. Patrick’s days

All Memories sink

Without leaving a tray

There are calendars before and after

You came my way

Yesteryear another life

Slips away so fast

Photographs hide expressions

Of a long gone past

You’ve handed me a mirror

But reflection’s not the same

I won’t ever lead the life I led

Before I learned your name

Just hope I’ll forever feel this way

And long for just an ordinary day with you