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 Well 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