

I found a photograph of us in June
Hanging on the wall of our old room
You were laughing at some silly joke I made
Before the summer colors start to fade And I know we couldn't
stay (mmmmm)
But we had it all for a moment there
Running wild with the wind in our hair
Yeah, we had the world in the palm of our hand
Written in the shifting of the sand
Now the leaves are falling on the street
Walking past the places we would meet
I still hear your footsteps in the hall
Shadows dancing
slowly on the wall
But we had it all for a moment there
Running wild with the wind in our hair
Yeah, we had the world in the palm of our hand
Written in the shifting of the sand
Shifting of the sand (mmmmm)