Picture This: You And Me


Walking Down A White Sand Beach


We're Holding Hands The Warm Winds Blow


We're All Alone





All These Dreams Are Fantasies


They're Not Real, Not Reality


And Now I Cry Over You


Nearly Die Over You


And All The Bits And Pieces Of Us


That I Try To Find





Are Only Paintings In My Mind


Faded Memories Of Another Place And Time


We Were Happy As Can Be


You Were Loving Me


And Now It's Just An Image That I Find


Like The Paintings In My Mind





When You Left I Fell Apart


I Was Torn, You Broke My Heart


And Now I Cry Over You


Nearly Die Over You


And All The Bits And Pieces Of Us


That I Try To Find





Impressions Of The Way It Was


Long Ago, Somewhere Back In Time