Picture this, You and me  Walking down a white sand Beach  We're holding hands  The warm winds blow  we're all alone  All these dreams are fantasies  They're not real, not reality  Chorus:  and now I cry over you, nearly die over you  And all these bits and pieces of us that I try to find,  Are only paintings in my mind  faded memories of another place and time  we were happy as can be you were loving me and  now it's just an image that I find like the paintings in my mind  When you left I fell apart,  I was torn, you broke my heart  (Chorus)  Impressions of the way it was long ago  somewhere back in time.  (Chorus)  from Galen76@aol.com