Lyrics:
In this world full of photographs and phony laughs from phones
Spinning like photographs and uber cabs I roame
Full stanford for the anthem, cos
the waves rushin’ in
I dream of those simple times
In my mind
’Cause I’m reminiscing over favourite memories
Looking through old photographs
Of the friends
and her photographs
She's got birds that sing and a heart of gold she's a wild thing
Yeah In days gone by she was all lit up like the 4th of July
Raised
Meet me by the water’s edge
Next to the Carroll Street Bridge
And show me some photographs
I’d like to know where you’ve been
I’ve been right here
Will you freeze here by her side? I can swear you will never try
Head in the sand or posing on photographs
His lazy steps will be cracking the sore
alive
It's a photograph of a memory
That I will keep in my eyes
Let's get lost in the night
Where my car is the only light
I feel like floating in
Mrs. Hannah seemed old back when I was a child
We lived in her house by the railroad tracks
My father would take me along with the rent cheque
For
But I see something more between you and her
Who would have thaught that you would be by my side
Even more smiling in the photographs
On august thirty
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
forget
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had
to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my
at a photograph of long, long ago
When her parents were happy, she was too young to know
She's alone and there is no one by her side
In the blackness
by the bedroom door
It's all gone, it's all gone,
I know that it's all gone.
Shades of understanding,
til something breaks
these are games
Totem pole, signs of death
Preach my mind, breaks our times
What secrets still lifted my eyes
I'm by myself just like I was before
Oh, why can't we
forget
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had
See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be
Man in a uniform, bride on his arm
Mum always was a fool for
See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be
Man in a uniform, bride on his arm
Mum always was a fool for
break all these photographs
Lease don't let me take all this lovin' back, lovin' back
You're coming back
Ooh
Girl we used to roll like the night would
It's feelin' longer now than it ever has before
Another memory is another slammin' door
It's gettin' too dark now to see
Every photograph is
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
(Party, party)
That's the last time I saw you
Photographs, a goodbye note
"See you round" was all you wrote
Something's dying here beetween you and me
there's a photograph hanging on the wall
a frame in the shape of a heart
won't let that picture fall
another place, another time
it's so hard for you
refusing to be in it
Show me back in
Rain or come shine
Tell me softly that you'd love to lay by my side
No delaying just in case we run out of time
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