While there is time
Let's go out and feel everything
If you hold me
I will let you into my dream
For time is a river rolling into nowhere
We must live while we can
And we'll drink our cup of laughter
The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
Oh, I've been sad
And have walked bitter streets alone
And come morning
There's a good wind to blow me home
So time be a river rolling into nowhere
I will live while I can
I will have my ever after
And lovers try
'Til they get to the soul of the night
And come morning
They are tangled up in the light
And they love while they can
And they think about the night so sweet
Yes, the finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
―Steve Winwood
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