an art Those childhood memories, lost fields and our bruised knees Now faded photographs, depict forgotten laughs Dancing to traffic lights, the moon was huge that night Now
, if they'd only turned out right But now I'm a little wise, I can even raise a laugh At the funny face you pulled on a faded photograph New days replace
's gon' last forever Now as I reminisce like Minnie Riperton in a Pendleton I'm havin flashbacks 'lookin at these photographs' Glancin at old flicks of me and my
is where I left the note on the floor in my room I always been stubborn and late to bloom I had to lay down my love My burdens are my own It's a coming
in my dreams The flooding of the blackest blood To quench my fetid needs I wish I could pull these strings In death there are finer things Malpractice forever be my
be alright. But what about tonight? I'll take his photograph, Down from the mantle. Maybe, just for laughs, I'll read where he wrote: "Yours forever." These tears will go away. My
s all too late, my dear your face now like a photograph when it's all too late ...just fading out oh, watch me bleed, watch me bleed I'm bleeding forever
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 another
Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday And all its edges folded and the corners faded sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript
So now it's over, let the spot light fade I hear the music slowly fade away And now I find it hard to say goodbye So I'll just say goodnight, my friends
the walls to shake And someone searching through the debris For the photograph of his wife, oh I want life I want it now and forever, I want to rise
it won't be long now There'll come a day When I can hold you and say it's forever There'll come a day When these broken lives fade back together There
away, No more yesterday. You always were my angel Flying high above. Always looking out for me. The angel that I loved. But now my dreams are fading,like age-old photographs
my dreams. The flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs. I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things. Malpractice forever be my
So now it's over let the spot light fade I hear the music slowly fade away And now I find it hard to say good-bye So I'll just say good night my friends
, if they'd only turned out right But now I'm a little wise I can even raise a laugh At the funny face you pulled on a faded photograph New days replace