(Beeb Birtles/Bill Cuomo/Ron Krasinski)
I'm climbing the stair-well
that leads through the doors
to a room where we keep things we use no more
a room with no windows
a room with no view,
a romm with no memories of me an you,
I pull on a chord
it turns on a light
boxes all around me left to hide.
There in the corner
it catches my eye
the leather-bound album
of years gone by
alone with my feelings
I cry and I laugh
alone as I look through
these photographs
the chilren have grown they've all moved away
and you and I we don't have too much to say.
Where are we in the scheme of things?
Have we reached the end, or do we just pretend?
Can't you see we're both victims of theft,
when pictures in the attic are all we have left?
I'm climbing ther ladder
the bridge to my past
cause life's disappearing oh so fast,
here in these pictures the story is told
all the love we once had
that's now grown cold
cause somewhere in time we drifted apart
losing what we once held in our hearts.
Where are we in the scheme of things?
Have we reached the end, or do we just pretend?
Can't you see we're both victims of theft,
when pictures in the attic are all we have left?
Let me tell you,
it's lonely if we go our seperate ways...
Solo
'Cause somewhere in time we drifted apart,
losing what we once held in our hearts.
Where are we in the scheme of things?
Have we reached the end, or do we just pretend?
Can't you see we're both victims of theft,
when pictures in the attic are all we have left?
I'm climbing the stair-well
that leads through the doors
to a room where we keep things we use no more
a room with no windows
a room with no view,
a romm with no memories of me an you,
I pull on a chord
it turns on a light
boxes all around me left to hide.
There in the corner
it catches my eye
the leather-bound album
of years gone by
alone with my feelings
I cry and I laugh
alone as I look through
these photographs
the chilren have grown they've all moved away
and you and I we don't have too much to say.
Where are we in the scheme of things?
Have we reached the end, or do we just pretend?
Can't you see we're both victims of theft,
when pictures in the attic are all we have left?
I'm climbing ther ladder
the bridge to my past
cause life's disappearing oh so fast,
here in these pictures the story is told
all the love we once had
that's now grown cold
cause somewhere in time we drifted apart
losing what we once held in our hearts.
Where are we in the scheme of things?
Have we reached the end, or do we just pretend?
Can't you see we're both victims of theft,
when pictures in the attic are all we have left?
Let me tell you,
it's lonely if we go our seperate ways...
Solo
'Cause somewhere in time we drifted apart,
losing what we once held in our hearts.
Where are we in the scheme of things?
Have we reached the end, or do we just pretend?
Can't you see we're both victims of theft,
when pictures in the attic are all we have left?