The flower dies the camera never lies fire baptizes

The truth is light right or wrong is never black or white

We all wear disguises



If a picture could talk we would all look away

There'd be too many voices

Rain come on and wash away this hot city skin

Pictures and memories and hope once again



So many times I see you in my mind when I'm not trying to

I see a trellis gate and I run like a child who's late

Whose friends are waiting for him

We ll I never stopped to realize what was passing me by

But love has a texture

Catch a glimpse a reflection

Of what would should or could have been

Pictures and memories and hope once again



I wonder if we know the future is now

I wonder if we know the future is here