Without a Clue - Matthew Perryman Jones

I hold a photograph

I get lost in the way it was

It’s like a treasure map

To all I’ve had

I found you along the way

I remember how you’d look at me

Skies are never grey in the past

Remember when falling stars were meant for you

We’d always find the love to fall into

Everything felt like April, May and June

We got so far without a clue

Each day’s a second chance

To make up for what I missed before

I come with empty hands

And a prayer

I’d forgotten who I was

'Til I stumbled through my history

I came to life because you were there

You can’t get that far

In a broke down car

That’s where we seem to be

Maybe all we are is a memory