The sun has almost gone down
And my coffee is cold
All the ink I spilled has dried up
From waiting too long
I'm looking at our picture
It was taken long ago
I can't separate fact from fiction
I don't remember anymore
I'm walking down the street
Of where we used to live
There's nothing here but emptiness
And everything's gone still
Will we ever get back
The passion of our youth
Or are we stuck on replay
To relive what we've been trough