There s an old box where they lay, all the photos of your day
Is it you that s standing there or the last imagined pair?
Let them go
There s no care for those reminders, this is not how you will find her
Looking like you once did know, like the picture in the snow
Let them go
When you ll bid them all farewell do you finally wish them well?
Let them go
So they ll burn til they re no more, you ll forget what they are for
Let them go
Then there are those when you were young
When you seemed to have your fun
Will the absence of photographs cut your memories in half?
Well if so, let them go