Текст песни The Old Photographs

Here is one that we took one Sunday afternoon I remember it was in the summer time On the back it says eighty-seven-forty-five The same day you promised you'd be mine. But old pictures have a way of fading Like a love that was never meant to be Still each night I dig out the family album But old photographs sure get to me. Here it is it's the last one that we took together Though it's faded a little more than the rest I suppose it's because of all the tear stains on it Bet it's the one that to me you look the best. But old pictures have a way of fading Like a love that wasn't meant to be Still each night I dig out the family album But old photographs sure get to me. Yes, old photographs sure get to me...