Holding on to pieces, of our summer, going by
On a wall of memories, at the edges of my mind
Whoa, they used to tell a story
But they’re just paper to me now
Whoa, they used to say a 1000 words
But now they can’t be heard
 [bad word] 
We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon
Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in June
Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was [bad word] Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving
silhouette of you

Foot stamps on the pavement
I’m retracing every corner we turned to see
If we could have kept these moments from burning
To ashes and dust
Whoa, they used to say a 1000 words
But now they can’t be heard
 [bad word] 
We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon
Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in June
Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was [bad word] Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving
silhouette of you
Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you
Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you
Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you

[Guitar solo]
 [bad word] 
We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon
Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in June
Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was [bad word] Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving
We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon
Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in June
Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was [bad word] Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving
silhouette of you.