A l i v e

"We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

And If you hurt me...

Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go.

And when I'm away 

I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth Street

Hearing you whisper through the phone,

"Wait for me to come home."

Photograph - Ed Sheeran (fragmentos)