Painted pictures and colored glasses
Burning hot like smoke and ashes
Deserted halls and empty walls
A memory of you recalls to me
The way things used to be

I love your letters and dried up flowers
Ticking clocks that pass the hours
Shadows here in the moonlight cast
Memoirs of a haunting past you left behind
For me
To find a melody

The way things used to be

Turn up the radio
To tune out your memory
But even stronger now
Sing out the harmony
When will this hopeless dream
Ever set me free?

Sunday dinners, the table's set
Faces that you don't forget
I spilled the milk and shattered a plate
Reminds me of the stolen fate
So sad; it's too bad
That we lost what we had
Now everything that I see becomes
The way things used to be
The way things used to be

The way things used to be


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    General Commenti love brooke white she has a really nice voice
    cullen-angelz84on May 22, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThat she does. That she does...

    I really like this song. Probably has something to do with the fact that I practically live my life in the past. :S
    DoubtFullon June 13, 2008   Link

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