Old Photographs - Coffee, Wine

I’ve lost all the things I knew

I wonder if they’re hidden or just gone

All that I felt all these years, all this time

Are dug so deep in the big dark woods

Old photographs in the middle of a lake

Should I swim to get them back

And keep them in my head?

And what do I believe in?

If roots have stubbed my heart for good

Maybe if I fall asleep in the land of forgiveness

The whole winter till the warm comes back

Old photographs in the middle of a lake

Should I swim to get them back

And keep them in my head?

All my beloved heartbeats in the middle of a lake

Should I swim to feel them back

And keep them in my chest?