I seem to remember you quite well
Just a dream of mine still a beautiful one
Why are you so silent? Won’t you say something?
Won’t you at least explain why you look so desolate?

Thinking you’re alone makes you alone
Even if you were never without someone
Until you left and climbed beneath the wooden frame
Moving closer still I’m noticing you never blink
And now I see reflected in glassy eyes
I’m staring at a picture on the wall