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
