Once in a while in my living room I look up at your face The man in the hand-painted photograph I know you from someplace What comes so hard from history Comes so easy to my pen And I keep signing your name While the world stays the same around you I keep signing your name Is that all that remains of us? Year after year in the shrinking walls Nothing to the exchange Wood in the smiles at the holidays And your kiss that fit me strange What comes so hard from history Comes so easy to my pen And I keep signing your name While the world stays the same around you I keep signing your name Is that all that remains of us? You gave the truth to the lie, turned your eyes to the sky Looked away when I looked your way There's a myth in the air, it's too late to repair But you look at me anyway Now where the kiss and the smile would be The distance lies instead Nine hundred miles of what might have been And a world of things much better left unsaid And I keep signing your name While the world stays the same around you I keep signing your name Is that all that remains of us?