I looked at your picture today.
The one I keep deep down and locked away.
We haven't spoken in two years, lost love.
But still every now and again my heart
will find your smile or the way you used to brush
my cheek with your fingertips.
There is no longer longing,
at least for longing's sake.
No deep regrets or innocent mistakes.
Tell me lost love, are you happy?
Tell me lost love, do you smile?
Tell me the story of you and me,
and the love we had, that wasn't meant to be.