How did we get so far away
Maybe we moved too fast
And maybe the love in the photograph
Was lost among the path
And maybe we lost track of who we are
If only I had known
And maybe the lines drawn in the sand
Are pointing the way back home
Whooaa, whooaa
Memories behind the broken glass
The dreams we used to have
Are fading but don't
Throw it away
Throw it away
Now the frame has crashed
Standing on a shattered past
This picture will last
I don't make many promises
I take them to heart
So I meant what I said when I took Your hand
I'll finish what I start
Whooaa, whooaa
Though the good times come and go
The promises remain
So I'll stand with You through the fire and the flames
Oh the good times come and go
These promises remain
