I made a scrapbook of all the things we did,
Photographs
And distant laughs,
Yeah, we shared a few.
But now the film is running out,
There's one more I have to do,
One of you.

Walks on the beach,
Sitting on the roof of your house at night,
There is so much we need to teach the world,
How to love, and to do it right.

This scrapbook still lives here,
Withered and collecting dust,
But it will live to be older than this lifetime,
It will live beyond us.