I see pictures on your skin of all the places that we were,
in all those tender times when I was sleeping
I hear echoes in my mind, all those quiet words you spoke,
and by memories they live on in safe keeping
but you see little else in me but all the places we would go,
if in time, both sun and stars were beaming
I hear whispers of my hopes reflected off your smiles,
though it's clearer now that I was only dreaming