Текст песни
I found a box beneath the bed
Dust and time, the stories spread
Faded edges, worn-out frames
Echoes of life, familiar names
Each picture holds a younger me
A glimpse of who I used to be
The laughter rings, the shadows play
In these old photographs today
Old photographs, they pull me in
To roads I walked and where I’ve been
The faces smile, the moments stay
Though years have carried me away
Old photographs, they tell it all
Of dreams I chased and how I’d fall
A window to the life I knew
The skies I saw, the world I drew
A snapshot of the summer sun
The endless fields where we would run
The autumn leaves, the winter’s chill
The seasons changed, but I’m here still
The colors fade, the years go by
But still, I see that open sky
The highs, the lows, the joy, the pain
Captured in every frame again
Old photographs, they pull me in
To roads I walked and where I’ve been
The faces smile, the moments stay
Though years have carried me away
Old photographs, they tell it all
Of dreams I chased and how I’d fall
A window to the life I knew
The skies I saw, the world I drew
The corners torn, the edges worn
But every shot, a life reborn
A thousand tales in every frame
A voice that calls me by my name
Old photographs, they pull me in
To roads I walked and where I’ve been
The faces smile, the moments stay
Though years have carried me away
Old photographs, they tell it all
Of dreams I chased and how I’d fall
A window to the life I knew
The skies I saw, the world I drew
So here I sit, the past in hand
A fleeting glimpse of where I stand
Old photographs, they’ll always be
A part of time, a part of me
