Standard (EADGBE)
A coffee stain dried and faint covers up the date
On a picture that I found in the attic on the ground of your old place
It's black and white and in this light it's hard to tell
If the glasses on your face were the same ones on the day they buried you
Whoa oh oh Whoa oh
I long to see your face
Whoa oh oh Whoa oh
A picture in its place
It's been a year and now I fear the fade is on
It's the slowly turning down of the well acquainted sound of your old voice
The way you laughed when others laughed was welcoming
It's the way I see you look at whoever it was that took this photograph
Whoa oh oh Whoa oh
I long to see your face
Whoa oh oh Whoa oh
A picture in its place
Whoa oh oh Whoa oh
I long to see your face
Whoa oh oh Haa oh...