In photographs   I've seen him laugh   Man overboard   Sun on his back      Summer was here   I remember it well   How he stood in the shade   How we both kissed and fell      How can this be?   There's nothing left here   How can this be?   There's nothing left here      So sad our   So sad our   So sad our   So sad our   Our memory      Now he talks in his sleep   Says I've never known peace   And I don't know him now   He's a stranger to me      How can this be?   There's nothing left here   How can this be?   There's nothing left here      We were   Never more than a dream   Brief as   Summer or spring   Sweeter than anything