I took your picture when I left
I held it by my heart
I held it closer when I fell
A sacred work of art
I held your image in my mind
And I could hardly tell
When I was better heart and soul
We'd find each other well
The blooming of flowers and trees
But what of the days you're far from me
Hope they never come
When you've been low it's natural
To see the deeper side
I see the colors in this world
I see your brightest eyes
I hold this camera like a snare
To pull you to my side
Now I'm better heart and soul
Let's watch the evening rise
CHORUS
I'm sorting out our pictures here
Like paper memories
I'm sorting out our moments here
Against the falling leaves
I'm sorry for the empty days
Before I held you near
I can't be sorry anymore
The picture came so clear
The blooming of flowers and trees
But what of the days you're far from me
Hope they never come
© 2013 Chris LeRoy
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP
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