Photograph

These are the photographs we made with our pain These are the times we get caught in the rain These are the memories that always remain This is the campfire and stories of old Old home movies and sepia tones These are the calls made from rotary phones We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there These are the fireflies caught in twilight This is the screen door swingin' in the night This is the front porch with the light on This is the ice cream truck chased down the road This is the summer day, treat it like gold This is the time we never got old We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there We close our eyes and see you there