There sits a man

He chats with old photographs

Waiting for them to talk back

He yearns to know what they'd say

Are they really as happy as their smile portrays

Well, maybe it's true

'Cause they don't know as much as me and you do

Eroding our years away

Askin' the man in the frame

Well, maybe I've gone insane

But he's tellin' 'bout that day

Sayin'

"How come I could hardly see

The water flowin' down the stream

But the path that led me to the creek's

Cemented in my memory

We were dancin' under willow trees

Singin', 'I need to get there to feel warm'

Well, I learnt, son, I learnt, son

'Once you feel the heat, you'll miss the cold'"

Well, I'm a plant in every photo

Yet I never synthesize with the daily light

So I keep beggin' the man for me answers

He says, "Boy, you've had your chances"

You'll be fiiiine

While feeding me those saaaaame liiiines

Sayin'

"How come I could hardly see

The water flowin' down the stream

But the path that led me to the creek's

Cemented in my memory

We were dancin' under willow trees

Singin', 'I need to get there to feel warm'

Well, I learnt, son, I learnt, son

'Once you feel the heat, you'll miss the cold'"

"When you wish through the winter

You will quickly come to find

You were livin' in the picture

Your spring self will idolize

Son, don't be scared of the cold air"

Said the film as he faded goodbye

"Oh, the path you pave

You pave to the picture

Is what you must romanticize"

Said, "Once you feel the heat, you'll miss the cold"