Memory as written by Tim Rice

Street lights, and the darkness between them,
Like the good and the bad sides,
Of a life almost done,
Shake the memory of my passions returning to me,
None forgotten, no not one.

One life, is there only the one life
That we lose in the living
In an endless decline?
No complaining for no one else has seen what I've seen
One existence, only mine

Don't look back no don't look back
So hard to heed that warning
Such temptation but the past is past
And the night makes way for morning

Daylight, I won't care if it finds me
With no breath in my body
With no beat in my heart
For I'm certain that now I know what happiness is
Wish I'd known that from the start

Touch me, is there no one to touch me
It was easy to love me
In my glamorous past
As I leave you, a shadow of the light I once was
May my memory sleep at last.