(Steve Walsh)
The flower dies the camera never lies fire baptizes
The truth is light right or wrong is never black or white

We all wear disguises

If a picture could talk we would all look away

There'd be too many voices
Rain come on and wash away this hot city skin
Pictures and memories and hope once again


So many times I see you in my mind when I'm not trying to
I see a trellis gate and I run like a child who's late

Whose friends are waiting for him
Well I never stopped to realize what was passing me by
But love has a texture

Catch a glimpse a reflection
Of what would should or could have been
Pictures and memories and hope once again


I wonder if we know the future is now
I wonder if we know the future is here