Now all we have is these pictures,
You're so busy,
I saw a picture of the future,
And the house we lived in,
With the flowers in the porch,
With the streetlight flickering,
From the reflection of the water.
Now we pass on by,
Let's go outside,
With our hands clasped tightly,
Just wander everywhere,
The twinkles in our eyes shining brightly,
Maybe sometime soon with no goodbyes,
Or passing bye,
No ripples in the reflections of the water.