MEMORY
Barbara Dickson & Elaine Paige Lyrics

Midnight not a sound from the pavement
It's very late at night and the streets are eerily quiet.

Has the moon lost her memory?
The singer wonders if the moon remembers the past as she gazes up at it alone.

She is smiling alone
The moon appears to be happy by itself, but the singer is left feeling lonely.

In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
The only light comes from a streetlight, and the dead leaves collect at the artist's feet.

And the wind begins to moan
The wind starts to make a low, mournful sound.

Memory, All alone in the moonlight
The singer is alone with their memories in the pale light of the moon.

I can dream of the old days
The singer can think back to happier times and imagine them vividly.

I was beautiful then
In the past, the artist felt beautiful and confident.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was
The artist recalls a time when they knew what true happiness felt like.

Let the memory live again
The artist wishes to relive and cherish this happy time again in their mind.

Every streetlamp seems to beat
The singer imagines every streetlamp flickering in a foreboding way.

A fatalistic warning
This flickering is a warning of bad things to come.

Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
A person talks to themselves as a streetlamp flickers and dies.

And soon It will be morning
Morning will come soon and the night will be over.

Daylight I must wait for the sunrise
The singer waits for daylight and a new day to start.

I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in.
The artist must focus on a new future and not lose hope.

When the dawn comes Tonight will be a memory too
When morning arrives, the night will become a fading memory.

And a new day will begin
A new day brings new opportunities for the singer's life.

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The remnants of past, hazy memories linger like the smoky aftertaste of burnt things.

The stale cold smell of morning
The artist notices the chilly, still air of the morning which feels dull and lifeless.

A streetlamp dies; another night is over
One of the streetlamps goes out, signaling that the night has ended.

Another day is dawning...
A new day is about to begin, full of possibilities.

Touch me!
The singer yearns for physical contact with another person - to be touched.

It's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun...
It's easy to abandon the artist, leaving them to wallow in their memories of happier times.

If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
If someone touches the singer, they will feel what true happiness feels like.

Look, a new day has begun.
The singer is happy to see a new day has started, full of possibilities and hope.