The flower dies the camera never lies fire baptizes 
The truth is light right or wrong is never black or white 
We all wear disguises 

If a picture could talk we would all look away 
There'd be too many voices 
Rain come on and wash away this hot city skin 
Pictures and memories and hope once again 

So many times I see you in my mind when I'm not trying to 
I see a trellis gate and I run like a child who's late 
Whose friends are waiting for him 
Well I never stopped to realize what was passing me by 
But love has a texture 
Catch a glimpse a reflection 
Of what would should or could have been 
Pictures and memories and hope once again 

I wonder if we know the future is now 
I wonder if we know the future is here