You can sell your soul But you can't buy it back I've spent my whole life Working to give you Everything you lack I wish you were here So we could walk and talk In the soft rain Now all that's left of us Is a picture sitting in a frame I would gladly trade All of my sympathy For sorrow If i could have you Here with me tomorrow So many wasted days The past is so hard to get out from under So many words that i wish i could say The future rattles my bones weak like thunder I wish you were here So we could walk and talk In the soft rain Now all that's left of us Is a picture sitting in a frame Everything i wish for Is everything i see I remember when your kisses were for me