This Photograph
I see in
Faded colour
You were sitting on the floor
With a glass of wine at your feet
And a lock upon the door
In that dress you used to wear
There was moonlight in your hair
And the snowflakes fell
By the fairy lights
And I looked in your eyes
And gave in

Reverie rush over me
Those days are gone
But I still have This Photograph
For when the nights are too long
But I still have This Photograph
For when the nights are too long