Days (2003 Remaster)

Up on the high, high hills With my floating friend Watching all the silver No one will ever spend I feel the touch of her hand And all it will erase These footprints I followed Though they followed my every pace Days Days Days Be more than all we have No matter how much I cross I always see the same stream I'm standing up on these bridges That are standing in a dream Days Days Days Be more than all we have Days