A coffee stain
Dried and faint
Covers up the day
I want a picture that i found
In the attic on the ground
Of your old place
It's black and white
And in this light
It's hard to tell
If the glasses on your face
Were the same ones
On the day they buried you
Oh oh oh oh
I long to see your face
H oh oh oh oh
A picture in it's place
It's been a year
And now i fear the fade is on
It's the slowly turning down
Of the well equated sound
Of your old voice
The way you laugh
When others laugh
Was welcoming
It's the way i see you look
At whoever was the cure
In photographs
Oh oh oh oh
I long to see your face
Oh oh oh oh oh
A picture in its place
Oh oh oh oh
I long to see your face
Oh oh oh oh oh
