In a frame on the wall
Up the stairs and down the hall
Fully in color and seemingly more alive than I've felt in a long, long time
My hair was shorter then
But only that one summer
Things that you can't tell by looking at a picture
I remember, I hated the way that it flew in my face everytime that the wind blew
So I grew it back out.
And my nose, my cheeks are streaked with pink from
All of the sun, all the sun, all the sun
We were so young, we couldn't get enough
Like we were storing it up for the winter
Things that you can't tell by looking at a picture
And my mouth is slightly open and my eyes are nearly closed
I suppose you'd said
Something that made me laugh, made me laugh
Oh you could make me laugh
It takes me back to see my face arranged like that
So this is the one that I hope you will find
To hold in your heart and keep in your minds eye
After, after, after
Up the stairs, down the hall
In a frame on the wall