In dreams I reach to touch your perfect face again In dreams you never cry or walk away But I wake to the truth like daylight streaming in I never found the way, the words to make you stay
Photographs and falling leaves Scattered dust of memories The poems I wrote I still believe That's All That's Left of You and Me
I found a flower in a book you hid away In better days that seem so long ago I tried to touch it but it crumbled in my hand Just like the future we would never know
Photographs and falling leaves Scattered dust of memories The poems I wrote I still believe That's All That's Left of You and Me
Echoes of a better time Ring forever in my mind Where I'm going where I've been Different places in the end
Photographs and falling leaves Scattered dust of memories The poems I wrote I still believe That's All That's Left of You and Me