The Way Things Used to Be - Brooke White

Painted pictures and colored glasses

Burning hot like smoke and ashes

Deserted halls and empty walls

A memory of you recalls to me

The way things used to be

I love your letters and dried up flowers

Ticking clocks that pass the hours

Shadows here in the moonlight cast

Memories of a haunting past you left behind

For me

To find a melody

The way things used to be

Turn up the radio

To tune out your memory

But even stronger now

Sing out the harmony

When will this hopeless dream

Ever set me free?

Sunday dinners, the table