Mike Brunacini - Faded Photographs Lyrics

The time ticks on the memories die
The greatest summer the sun in your eyes
The end of the day is not far away
As the sun goes down colors fade to grey

A forgotten place in a forgotten time
Childhood dreams become a crime
Playtimes over what's true is true
They tried to warn you but it just ran through

Faded photographs
The memories we always thought would last
The day is gone the hour's late
The irony that we create
In our faded photographs

Discover treasures but it's too late
There's no way to escape your fate
You look into an album and see
A vision of how it used to be

A forgotten place in a forgotten time
Childhood dreams become a crime
Playtimes over what's true is true
They tried to warn you but it just ran through

Faded photographs
The memories we always thought would last
The day is gone the hour's late
The irony that we create
In our faded photographs