Song to won

Slow in memory,
can you retell to me the story of that song?
There, under these lights of sliver and gold
Here, we lasted, pieced together, in lightnings revolt
I promised I've never tell a single soul.
There, under those lights of silver and gold.

As a fool, she sat alone
to wait for a flame that would rekindle the state of unknown.
In yesterday, I would have taken her skin and had it sold.
But slow in memory,
can you retell to me the story of that song?

Let that little dream soar.