So, could you declare
the things I'm saying?
to me those terms won't fade
So will the picture
of your mind remain?
To me those frames will be
Some kind of tenderness
in your laughing
Some kind of tenderness
in your face
So, you see a friend
behind your shoulder
To you those shades won't fade
So, will the time
you met stick with me?
To me those days will be...
