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.
