In dreams I reach to touch your perfect face again
In dreams you never cry or walk away
But I wake to the truth like daylight streaming in
I never found the way, the words to make you stay
Photographs and falling leaves
Scattered dust of memories
The poems I wrote I still believe
That's All That's Left of You and Me
I found a flower in a book you hid away
In better days that seem so long ago
I tried to touch it but it crumbled in my hand
Just like the future we would never know
Photographs and falling leaves
Scattered dust of memories
The poems I wrote I still believe
That's All That's Left of You and Me
Echoes of a better time
Ring forever in my mind
Where I'm going where I've been
Different places in the end
Photographs and falling leaves
Scattered dust of memories
The poems I wrote I still believe
That's All That's Left of You and Me
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