The way your hair hangs down it hides away your face,

For you it's perfect, but it seems like such a waste.

And when I see you sliding past I make my plans,

And then my plans slip through my fingers just like sand.



I wish that life could be just like a photograph,

One moment captured as you laugh your perfect laugh.

But that's a daydream, things could never be so right,

There's so much more to think about than black and white.