An old framed picture on the dresser Opens the window to my soul I look, see and remember Everything that was and never was And what is now, will soon be a memory of the past At the same time, I see all that I wish will come to pass Longing and waiting, in the flow of time The night grows dark, the picture disappears But the window to my soul stays open
An old framed picture on the dresser Opens the window to my soul I look, see and remember Everything that was and never was And what is now, will soon be a memory of the past At the same time, I see all that I wish will come to pass Longing and waiting, in the flow of time The night grows dark, the picture disappears But the window to my soul stays open