Let me see those prints again…I want to see what the camera sees. Those were lost days….and they give as much as take.
The present’s now, the past recedes…we’re being replaced by a different breed. And what we’ve seen has never been, and what we want will never be.
It’s the sound of a wedding from that church over there, we can all hear the laughter and the shouts in the air, but there’s not much room here for unexpected events… so here we’ll sit until the whole group repents…