We were never in our pictures, br Though our smiles were frozen fast: br It was the flutter of a shutter- br And you knew it'd never last. br br All our dreams ended at daylight, br And real life took over then; br Though the past was fading fast- br We could still remember when. br br You can go back to the photos; br You can see the people there- br But they're ghosts, who lost the most br Of themselves, into thin air.