can't complain you say it's just a phase that's supposed to make it OK in a couple of years I'll look back and laugh my youth reduced to a few bad photographs
Photographs and memories Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these To remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time
I guess that it was bound to happen Was just a matter of time Now I've come to my decision And it's a one of the painful kind 'Cause now it seems that
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy He, too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got
Well, I had just got out from the county prison Doin' ninety days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked
Once we were lovers but somehow things have changed Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget each other's names Now we're just lonely people tryin
We been runnin' away from Somethin' we both know We've long run out of things to say And I think I better go So don't be gettin' excited Oh, when you
And well, I have to say If I don't know what I have to say If I could find a way Then I would find what I need to say Say something Say something that
Well, for a while it was amazing And I still think you're the one As long as we both want the same thing It's not hard to carry on Just place your hand
At night I like to photograph, producing camera angles And I don't have a flash But my little notebook records the subjects at hand In photo one, a flower
Me and the fool in the photograph A soul, many times revealed The scars only have concealed I wonder how many days I'll bleed With the words I refuse
photograph Well, I'm in the photograph Oh, I'm in the photograph, hey, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm in the photograph I'm in the photograph Oh, I
me out she said I'm a little lost tonight One day love just hits you with a flash Lights go off around you like some Photograph She said her bags were
an uneasy man with a cheap Vegas shirt and an even cheaper pair of non-matching brown slip on shoes stands in panic sir, can you please take your seat
Well, i'll wait till you listen I wont say a word to follow your instincts just never worked for me you're silent but strong, (yeah, I'm playing that
to pick up your taste And will you dance for me? Two more drinks and I'll forget everything I can't remember your face by the time I get home Your photograph
photograph And I'm feelin' like You're not comin' back anymore Every time I see your face It reminds me of the place We used to go All's I got is a photograph
we thought were the simple things It's been a long time now And still it's funny how Old photographs sometimes make me cry Old photographs sometimes make