Walking through a house I’ve never seen Polished floors, like a half-lost dream I reach for a door, the knob is cold The story feels like it's already told Oh, it’s a photograph shifting in my mind Faces I lost, pieces I couldn't find Waking up slowly to the light down the hall I’m back in the present, missing it all Missing it all The scent of the rain on a summer night A conversation caught in the morning light It wasn't a warning, it wasn't a sign Just a quiet thread I’m trying to unwind Oh, it’s a photograph shifting in my mind Faces I lost, pieces I couldn't find Waking up slowly to the light down the hall I’m back in the present, missing it all Missing it all (c)
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