I'm sorry for the nostalgia But there ain't no metaphor And besides it ends up vacant When you circumvent the door Oh, I don't dispute we were younger When the film contrast was deep And we leapt over the quicksand And we couldn't get to sleep But time rolls on Yeah, time rolls on And you moved on How can I move on? It's not that I'm afraid, it's not that it's a ruse It's not that there's an ego that wants to bruised It's rather there's a song that wants to be sung And the notes are all there, but they can't be strung Together there's a picture like an oil painting That takes up the whole wall from another century But separate they're the colors, each in their own can Sittin' on shelves or in other people's hands Imagine all the weddings Imagine all the proms The Windsor knots and ruffles The glitter gowns in waltz I watch them in my head like Oh, I was there, but not Could it be we're some kind of ghosts, yeah? Like we're haunting all the living folks? Yeah, we can't move on Yeah, we can't move on No, we can't move on Yeah, we can't move on I'm happy But I miss you I'm happy Yeah, I promise you I'm happy But I miss you I'm happy Yeah, I promise you I'm happy But I miss you I'm happy Yeah, I promise you I'm happy But I miss you I'm happy Yeah, I promise you