Lyrics:

Memories in a busted shoebox
Underneath my bed
Somewhere other sweetness
In pencil with the lead
A picture of me with a smile that Im not faking
I wish things were the way they are when the picture was taken
When the picture was taken

Black and white, slow motion flashback
Spin around the head
A vision in the night, me as a kid
I picture myself with a smile

That will be the way, slam shut, whole
Gotta be there, hard through
That will be the way, I get home
Gotta be there, shaken

Milestone, ticking time bomb
Fate to nothing more
Hope not to be forgotten
Drowning off the shore
A polishing man in the sand
And Im forsaken
I wish things were the way they are when the picture was taken
When the picture was taken

That will be the way, slam shut, whole
Gotta be there, hard through
That will be the way, I get home
Gotta be there, shaken

That will be the way, slam shut, whole
Gotta be there, hard through
That will be the way, I get home
Gotta be there, shaken