[Verse 1] She wished upon her birthday candles, and he wished upon the stars. Their wishes were not of each other but of different lives lived so far. She adored where she was but missed where she had been. He was content, but wanted to revisit things again. Oceans and continents between them, A lifetime of adventures spent apart. Just illusions in the mind when they can find the time and occasionally connect at the heart. [Chorus] But time has a way of collecting rent, Storage fees for letters written and never sent. Though separate stories, they still rhyme, Glancing touches from time to time. With dreams of waves and windswept dunes, They find each other beneath the same full moon. [Verse 2] So much for daydreams and wishes sought, The months go by, and both feel forgot. Not from malice, or distrust. Just the churning of time’s machine, Gears still grinding through the rust. The seasons change, and little else Growth of gardens, but not of self. The moments of pause feel too long So, a writer grows impatient and pens a song. Not to nudge, hint, or proclaim, Just a way to figure out what’s changed and what remains the same. [Chorus] Yes, time has a way of collecting rent, Storage fees for letters written and never sent. Though separate stories, they still rhyme, Glancing touches from time to time. With dreams of waves and windswept dunes, They find each other beneath the same full moon. [Fade Out]
