The Old Photograph

I found that picture in the fading light
It brought your body back into my sight
I trace the edges where your fingers lay
And now I'm craving you in every way
The dust is settling on the hardwood floor
I remember how you pushed me to the door
Your tangled hair was catching all the breeze
You always know just how to make me freeze
The air is heavy when I breathe you in
I trace the memory across my skin
The night is quiet but the fire is loud
I need you closer than the midnight cloud
Oh, the old photograph is burning in my hands
I'm tearing through the quiet of the lands
To taste the honey on your tender lips
And feel the rhythm of your swaying hips
Burning in my hands tonight
Come and make the shadows bright
I trace the outline of your painted smile
I haven't felt this hungry in a while
The way you pulled me by the collar down
You're still the only fire in this town
The air is heavy when I breathe you in
I trace the memory across my skin
The night is quiet but the fire is loud
I need you closer than the midnight cloud
Oh, the old photograph is burning in my hands
I'm tearing through the quiet of the lands
To taste the honey on your tender lips
And feel the rhythm of your swaying hips
Burning in my hands tonight
Come and make the shadows bright
Caught in the motion of a timeless space
Searching the shadows for a warm embrace
Every single memory is pulling me through
Sayed is completely lost inside of you
I keep staring at this paper frame
I just want the real thing to strike the flame
Oh, the old photograph is burning in my hands
I'm tearing through the quiet of the lands
To taste the honey on your tender lips
And feel the rhythm of your swaying hips