B. Alan Old Photo (2026 Rework Vocal Version) 2026 Remastered

I found an old photo buried in a drawer,
Edges worn by time, but it cuts me to the core.
A faded smile in the winter light,
You and me, a ghost in black and white.

And I hear your laughter through the static haze,
Like a signal from the dead at the end of all our days.

Old photo, don’t let me fade,
You hold the nights we never saved.
Cold hearts burning in a borrowed frame,
One lost picture calling out my name.
Old photo, under dust and gold,
You keep the fracture my hands still hold.

The room is silent, but the shadows sing,
Of broken roads and everything they bring.
Your eyes still haunt me through the years,
Pulling up my buried fears.

If time can drain the color from the sky,
It can’t erase the way we died inside.
So I keep you close where the darkness starts,
Old photo, lodged inside my heart.

Old photo, don’t let me fade,
You hold the nights we never saved.
Cold hearts burning in a borrowed frame,
One lost picture calling out my name.
Old photo, under dust and gold,
You keep the fracture my hands still hold.

Yeah, an old photo — that’s all it took,
To drag me back with one cold look.