CHORUS 

   Building an archive

VERSE 

   The years go by like the pages of a book
   and things change more the more that I look
   but the picture of you that I keep by my bed
   is more evergreen and lovely than the best book I've read

   So I take that old picture of you, smother the back with glue
   and freeze that moment in time...

   Like a bug caught in amber, that summer is to me
   lifelike and precious, part of my mental jewelry 
   met you at college in Old English Lit
   you sat in the back and fixed your lipstick

   Your hair was short black and bobbed, you thought that Weezer got robbed
   all these memories of mine...
   
BREAK

  Building a place I can wander in when the years have all piled in
  With an archivist's eye, there's parts I excise and make a better past
  to remember -- to breathe life on those cold embers -- so a future me
  can smile knowingly...