Pj Harvey

In photographs
I've seen him laugh
Hand overboard
Sun on his back
Summer was here
I remember it well
How he stood in the shade
How we both kissed and fail
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
So sad our, so sad our
Our memory, hey
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