The Lamp Post

You're just a picture, you're a light
And it's changing every day
I can see you through the cracks and it won't fade away
I'm not sure you're even real and the edges start to fray
But I'm still holding on to the memory of that day

I've got no more space for memories inside
I've got no more places for my thoughts to hide
I can't even say I even really tried
I've got no more time to put these fears aside

A memory of the streetlamps
And reflections in the light
And I think I may remember
Only something of that night
Oh so many weeks and months and years it may have been
It's just a blurry picture now, in only black and white

I feel like everything is gone
I see the breaking of the dawn
I can not turn away, I see your face below
But can you hear me?