The Way Things Used To Be Lyrics - Singles - Brooke White

Painted pictures and colored glasses 

Burning hot like smoke and ashes 

Deserted halls and empty walls 

A memory of you recalls to me 

The way things used to be 

I love your letters and dried up flowers 

Ticking clocks that pass the hours 

Shadows here in the moonlight cast 

Memories of a haunting past you left behind 

For me 

To find a melody 

The way things used to be 

Turn up the radio 

To tune out your memory 

But even stronger now 

Sing out the harmony 

When will this hopeless dream 

Ever set me free? 

Sunday dinners, the tables set 

Faces that you dont forget 

I spilled the milk and shattered a plate 

Reminds me of the stolen fate 

So sad; its too bad 

That we lost what we had 

Now everything that I see becomes 

The way things used to be 

The way things used to be 

The way things used to be