Lyrics

A box of time, beneath the dust,
A fragile frame of broken trust.
The edges fade, the colors bleed,
A silent glimpse of what I need.

Their faces glow, a fleeting smile,
A moment trapped, but just for a while.
The laughter still plays in my head,
Though all I see are ghosts instead.

Polaroids of a life gone by,
Frozen tears in a painted sky.
Bittersweet in their fragile glow,
The memories of what I’ll never know.

The camera clicks, a flash of light,
A piece of them stays through the night.
The cracks in time can’t steal their grace,
But shadows linger in their place.

The smiles are warm, the eyes are kind,
Yet sorrow lingers, undefined.
I reach to touch, but they stay still,
A haunting ache I can’t refill.

Polaroids of a life gone by,
Frozen tears in a painted sky.
Bittersweet in their fragile glow,
The memories of what I’ll never know.

The moments fade, they slip away,
Yet in my hands, they seem to stay.
A fragile thread, a fleeting line,
Between the past and what is mine.

Each photo holds a piece of me,
A memory locked, a keyless plea.
Their voices hum, they softly sing,
But time has clipped their fragile wings.

Polaroids of a life gone by,
Frozen tears in a painted sky.
Bittersweet in their fragile glow,
The memories of what I’ll never know.

I close the box, the light grows dim,
Their shadows dance on memories thin.
A Polaroid holds what we’ve lost,
A fleeting warmth, a heavy cost.