Now you’re just a frozen face.
A photo in my phone scroll and stop when I’m alone
Our own place we used to go slow and stop on my way home
Old melodies our memories one song, one the radio, one gone, long played ago
Somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just a frozen face.
A photo in my phone scroll and stop when I’m alone
Our own place we used to go slow and stop on my way home
Old melodies our memories one song, one the radio, one gone, long played ago
Somebody that I used to know
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
