In photographs
   I've seen him laugh
   Hand overboard
   Sun on his back
  
   Summer was here
   I remember it well
   How he stood in the shade
   How we both kissed and fail
  
   How can this be
   There's nothing left here
   How can this be
   There's nothing left here
  
   So sad our, so sad our
   So sad our, so sad our
   So sad our, so sad our
   Our memory, hey
  
   Now he talks in his sleep
   Says I've never known peace
   And I don't know him now
   He's a stranger to me
  
   How can this be
   There's nothing left here
   How can this be
   There's nothing left here
  
   We were never more than a dream
   Brief as summer or spring
   Sweeter than anything