For some, photographs turn yellow With the passing of time But mine turned golden With the memories And the emotions Of that moment... For some, photographs become blurred By the rain and the storm But mine were blurred By the tears in my eyes That came from deep inside Carried by longing... The gold That the past gave me... Kept inside A photograph of you... The gold that the past gave me... The gold that the past gave me... A photograph of you... The gold... The gold... That the past gave me... A photograph of you... For some, they're only photographs... But to me... They're the gold That the past gave me.