Picture this: You and Walking down a white sand beach We're holding hands the warm winds blow We're all alone
All these dreams are fantasies They're real, not reality And now I cry over you die over you And all the bits and pieces of us That I try to find
Are only paintings in my Faded memories of another place and time We were happy as can be You were me And now it's just an image that I find Like the paintings in my mind
When you left I fell apart I was torn, broke my heart And now I cry over you die over you And all the bits and pieces of us That I try to find exist as paintings in my Faded memories Faded memories Of another place and time We were happy as can You were loving me And now it's just an image that I Like the paintings in my mind
Impressions of the way it was Long ago, somewhere back in time