Photograph

Photograph - The Hit Co.

Every time I see your face

It reminds me of the places we used to go

But all I've got is a photograph

And I realize you're not coming back anymore

I thought I'd make it the day you went away

But I can't make it 'til you come home again to stay

I can't get used to living here

While my heart is broke my tears I cry for you

I want you here to have and hold

As the years go by and we grow old and gray

Now you're expecting me to live without you

But that's not something that I'm looking forward to

I can't get used to living here

While my heart is broke my tears I cry for you

I want you here to have and hold

As the years go by and we grow old and gray

Every time I see your face

It reminds me of the places we used to go

But all I've got is a photograph

And I realize you're not coming back anymore

Every time I see your face

It reminds me of the places we used to go

But all I've got is a photograph