Photographs

Those black-and-white photographs

Have gathered dust

Since the time you said

You'll help me frame them

Somedays

Those were times when u and I could

Hold out hands and take a picture

Nd talk 'bout sepia tones all-day

Those black-and-white photographs

Have gathered dust

Since the time you said

You'll help me frame them

Somedays

Those were times when u and I could

Hold out hands and take a picture

Nd talk 'bout sepia tones all-day

I run my fingers through these pictures

And close my eyes to feel your presence

I am just a breath away from

Your voice

I run my fingers through these pictures

To feel the flow of lives we had

I'm standing in the nook

Fillin' up my pain

Those black-and-white photographs

Have gathered dust

Since the time you said

You'll help me frame them

Somedays

Those were times when you and I could

Hold out hands and take a picture

Nd talking 'bout sepia tones all-day