Lyrics
I was always young, the picture means so much now
Photos of those friends that we knew, who said they'd keep in touch
But they never called us much
I'm doing very well while my looks have gone to hell
But what's really strange is how little you have changed
I've grown old missing you, grown old stuck in the past
The future must have stopped somewhere, maybe it was never there
But I've grown old at last
You were always young, your picture stays so faithful
I never saw those friends that we knew who called out of the blue
They asked how they could reach you
They said they 're doing well while our friendship went to hell
But I couldn't bear to say that I missed you every day
Your picture never speaks
It never gets much clearer
When magnified it never brings you nearer
Through all those empty years, watermarked with tears
It's held up very well while my life has gone to hell
But what's really strange is how little I have changed
