This camera can hold so many pictures.
So why can't I keep that many thoughts of you and me,
And what we thought this used to be?
I planted an iceberg in the middle of your front lawn.
Your Summer sun melted it, but where has it gone?
Well this window never shuts to keep this numbing chill inside.
It used to shut, but that was before I broke it,
To get your attention with a piece of an iceberg,
That I planted in your front yard.
I can say these thoughts are here to stay, but I am no camera;
And I'm not the tree that blows behind your house,
Because he sees what's happening.
I want to fly to Europe, and I want to go to France, but I don't know why.
But when I do, can I ask you something,
Will you go with me? Do you like to fly?
Because I would take a ship, but I'm afraid that it might,
Crash into the iceberg that I planted in your yard, last night.
