An empty photograph
A lonely picture of m-y heart

Unexpressed, and all this sentim-ent
That I've chose to keep a-t bay
Has left a debt, that I can't pay

~Chorus~
The feelings on my m-ind
I save them for another time
Tomorrow
It never comes
And I still feel the sorr-ow
Now all that's left are memories
Promises and guarantees of tom-orrow
I never thought, that this would be the last time that w-e'd s-ay
Goodb-ye, (goodb-ye), goodb-ye, (goodb-ye)

The little things that I remember
Seem to fade away like shift-ing sand

If only

I could touch your hand

And try to turn back t-ime
And all the things I'd say i-nstead
But words unsaid, are left for dead
And
~Chorus~
This will be the last time that w-e'd say