Jim White
Pieces of Heaven
Things that you know
Places you won't go
Faces where you see
Traces of yourself
Oooh, life's a big mystery
In the puzzle of history
I see pieces of heaven
In photographs of you and me

Over mountains so high
Through shadows below
The dreams you will dream
The love you will show
In the dust storm of memory
Of triumphs and tragedies
I see pieces of heaven
In photographs of you and me

From before you were born
Till you're old as sin
Your wild oats strewn
Across the fields of time
My one prayer will always be
That some day, you, like me
Willl see pieces of heaven
In photographs of you and me