I get caught in the, "you were the only one for me".

I can walk right by your picture in a frame, and not feel a thing;
but when I hear your name:
I feel rain falling right out of the blue sky
and it's the fifth of May and I'm right there staring in your eyes
and nothing's changed, we're still the same
and I get lost in the innocence of a first kiss
and I'm hanging on to every word rolling off of your lips
and that's all it takes, and I'm in that place;
every time I hear your name.