Photographic Memory
You're not so far awayYou're sitting in the spaceBetween the night and daySo I'll wait forThe sound of your footsteps
The tea that's brewed too strongThe part of me that waitedPatiently for oh so longAt least I try
But I'm relyingOn my photographic memoryWhile painfully realizing thatIt's not all what it's cracked up to be
And falling is just another way to flyI wonder why it's never easier thanThe first timeThe first timeThe first time