The flower dies the camera never lies fire baptizes   The truth is light right or wrong is never black or white   We all wear disguises      If a picture could talk we would all look away   There'd be too many voices   Rain come on and wash away this hot city skin   Pictures and memories and hope once again      So many times I see you in my mind when I'm not trying to   I see a trellis gate and I run like a child who's late   Whose friends are waiting for him   Well I never stopped to realize what was passing me by   But love has a texture   Catch a glimpse a reflection   Of what would should or could have been   Pictures and memories and hope once again      I wonder if we know the future is now   I wonder if we know the future is here