I’ll think of all the ways I can to hold this up and form a plan Somehow I’ve got one of those now, staring back at me. Lover's lane used to be a path from me to you, And I wonder if you think about it too or where we lost our way, And how we got from lovers to memory lane.Īin’t it crazy how you can miss someone before they even leave? Time has passed but it still looks the same - Like a portrait in a frame. Lover's lane used to be a path from me to you, And I wonder if you think about it too or where we lost our way, And how we got from lovers to memory lane. Thinking back, I had to laugh at those plans that we made: A fairy tale ending with a house by the lake, The sound of little feet prancing on the floor But I can't hear them anymore. Stood there staring, not knowing what to: Put you back in the drawer for a future rendezvous, Or finally find the courage to throw you away like the future that we made. I was looking for some old something, but I found you instead - Along with feelings I thought were dead. All at once I was taken back to a memory far away. Ran across your picture in a drawer the other day.
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