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 gliding 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, thing's could never be so right
There's so much more to think about than black and white