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Photograph
by Richard Julian
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The passenger window framed you like a screen,
And deep in my mind I was filming a scene,
Of the land rushing by, your shades, and your hat.
I prefer a memory to a photograph.
It was merely a muse,
It was in, it was out,
'Til I made the mistake of speaking out loud.
You said, "I got the camera right here in the back."
Oh, why'd I have to go and kill a moment like that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.
You know, I sometimes get this little deja vu,
It comes in the dark when I'm lying with you.
And even the salt in the air comes back,
Then I'm open to anything but what you had.
The blur of the land, your shades, and your hat,
Oooh, I prefer a memory to a photograph.
No, the picture we took didn't capture all this.
Just a faraway look, a scene that I missed.
A sign of what was to come perhaps,
Did you know then that when you were showing me that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
One world is round, and the other is flat.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.
The passenger window framed you like a screen,
And deep in my mind I was filming a scene,
Of the land rushing by, your shades, and your hat.
I prefer a memory to a photograph.
It was merely a muse,
It was in, it was out,
'Til I made the mistake of speaking out loud.
You said, "I got the camera right here in the back."
Oh, why'd I have to go and kill a moment like that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.
You know, I sometimes get this little deja vu,
It comes in the dark when I'm lying with you.
And even the salt in the air comes back,
Then I'm open to anything but what you had.
The blur of the land, your shades, and your hat,
Oooh, I prefer a memory to a photograph.
No, the picture we took didn't capture all this.
Just a faraway look, a scene that I missed.
A sign of what was to come perhaps,
Did you know then that when you were showing me that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
One world is round, and the other is flat.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.
