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I've been looking so long at these pictures of you |
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That I almost believe that they are real |
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I have been living so long with my pictures of you |
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That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel |
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Remembering you standing quiet in the rain |
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As I ran to your heart to be near |
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And we kissed as the sky fell and holding you close |
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How I always held close in your fear |
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Remembering you were the song through the night |
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You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow |
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Screaming at the make believe |
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Screaming at the sky and you finally found |
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All your courage to let it all go |
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Remembering you falling into my arms |
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Crying for the death of your heart |
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It was stone white, so delicate, lost in the cold |
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You were always so lost in the dark |
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Remembering you, how you used to be |
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So proud you were angels, so much more than everything |
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Hope for the last time, it'd slip away quietly |
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Open my eyes but I never see anything |
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If I'd only I thought of the right words |
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I could have held on to your heart |
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If I'd only I thought of the right words |
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I wouldn't be breaking apart |
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All my pictures of you |
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Looking so long at these pictures of you |
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I'd never hold onto your heart |
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Looking so long for the words to be true |
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But always just breaking apart |
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My pictures of you |
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There is nothing in the world that I ever wanted |
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More than to feel you deep in my heart |
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There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted |
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More than to never feel breaking apart |
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All my pictures of you |