The Fade

a coffee stain
 dried and faint
 covers up the day
 I want a picture that i found
 in the attic on the ground
 of your old place
 It's black and white
 and in this light
 it's hard to tell
 if the glasses on your face
 were the same ones
 on the day they buried you
 Oh oh oh oh
 I long to see your face
 h oh oh oh oh
 a picture in it's place
 It's been a year
 and now i fear the fade is on
 it's the slowly turning down
 of the well equated sound
 of your old voice
 The way you laugh
 when others laugh
 was welcoming
 It's the way i see you look
 at whoever was the cure
 in photographs
 Oh oh oh oh
 I long to see your face
 oh oh oh oh oh
 a picture in its place
 oh oh oh oh
 I long to see your face
 oh oh oh oh oh