The Fade

a coffee stain
dried and faint
covers up the day

i want 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

oh oh oh oh 
i long to see your face
oh oh oh oh oh
a picture in it's place

it's been a year
and now i fear the fade is on
it's the slowly turning down
of the well equated sound
of your old voice

the way you laugh
when others laugh
was welcoming

it's the way i see you look
at whoever was the cure
in photographs (?)

oh oh oh oh
i long to see your face
oh oh oh oh oh
a picture in its place

oh oh oh oh
i long to see your face
oh oh oh oh oh