[Verse] Stacks in the box, not cash but the prints, Holdin' sepia tones of folks I ain’t seen since. Dust on the frame, faint smell of the past, Every photo I hold, memories that’ll last. [Chorus] The only stacks I see, frames of my kin, Flippin' through the years, where do I begin? Every smile, every tear sealed in the grain, I remember ‘em all, it’s a sweet kind of pain. [Verse 2] Corners curled up, Polaroid time travel, Each image unravels the tales we unravel. Faded edges, they don’t blur my sight, Every shot's a candle in the long, dark night. [Bridge] Stacks high, taller than regret, Holdin' hands of the moments I won’t forget. They ain't green, but worth gold in my mind, Paper treasures, priceless, hard to find. [Verse 3] Echoes of laughter in the gloss of the scene, Visitin' faces where my heart’s ever-green. Gone but not gone, they're still in my head, Though some are now framed by the silence of the dead. [Chorus] The only stacks I see, prints of my heart, Each snapshot a chapter that won't depart. Every crease and stain holds a piece of my soul, The only wealth I own, the memories I hold.