Picture Lyrics

He keeps a picture of her,
In the top left pocket of his favorite shirt
It’s the one she liked to wear.
And he pulls it out,
Every now and then,
To tell her he was sorry
For what the could have been...
But if he ever sees her again
Well he'd tell her

That I'll wait for you,
No matter how long it takes
I'll make it through even if I break
It's not the way that you touch,
It's in the way that you love
I'll wait for you...

when and if I fall will you pick me up ?

She stands outside the door of their old apartment
But she doesn't knock, it's too late to talk,
What she waiting for?
Then she cries herself to sleep,
Sayin, "If he could only see
How hard it is to say I'm sorry"
But if he ever opens the door..
Why She'd tell him

That Idl wait for you,
No matter how long it takes
I'd make it through even if I break
It's not the way that you touch,
It's in the way that you love
I'd wait for you...


And as he opened up the door
To find her standing wanting more,
He found the words to tell her why
He couldn't call and
He couldn't write
Then she smiled as she took his hand
Saying we don't know
But we can understand
Let's just stay here

That I'll wait for you,
No matter how long it takes
I'll make it through even if I break
It's not the way that you touch,
It's in the way that you love
I'll wait for you...