In photographs

I've seen him laugh

Hand overboard

Sun on his back



Summer was here

I remember it well

How he stood in the shade

How we both kissed and fail



How can this be

There's nothing left here

How can this be

There's nothing left here



So sad our, so sad our

So sad our, so sad our

So sad our, so sad our

Our memory, hey



Now he talks in his sleep

Says I've never known peace

And I don't know him now

He's a stranger to me



How can this be

There's nothing left here

How can this be

There's nothing left here



We were never more than a dream

Brief as summer or spring

Sweeter than anything