He felt like an old photograph
Sparking the idea of a distant consciousness
And a memorable ambition

His eyes were a wonder to wake up next to
They were soft and sweet and comforting
With an indescribable air of mystery

I watched the way he watched people
He would study them with an open mind
Or with a heavy heart

I longed to be the song he moved to
When he had passion in those sweet eyes
I longed to be the reason he moved