's a little boy riding on a goat's head And a little girl playing the harlot There's a sacrifice in an empty church Of sweet lil' baby Rose And a man in a
took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border It broke the heart of men and flowers, and girls, and trees Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a
band's not on the scene for a while. But after that it feels really good to have, actually, a new album ready and a single out. So the kids know we
knowing It's a little beyond our control That life keeps moving on People laugh, markets crash Someone takes a photograph The mail arrives, babies cry Someone tries suicide A building burns, a
stoned along the seawall We got drunk and rolled a car We knew the girls in every dance hall Had a tab in every bar If I could live my life all over
With you on a clear day, yeah If I tried I don't think I could end it better this way All I have is a photograph And if loneliness can hurt as much as
of a postcard No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a shoe box of photographs
day and night And took you as his wife He showered you with gifts of gold And loved you with his life I've got treasures of gold And then one day the
, "This is a sad day And I would gladly give it all away In exchange for a floating life" Shed your tears for a shallow dream Let your cry be a primal scream A
of a day Her patience starts to crumble Like a rock that turns to sand And time breaks down to seconds When you're waiting on a man She's checking out
get to get a hold of that Man I wish I could stop time like a photograph Every joke that they told I'd know to laugh Man, man I wouldn't let a moment
run for cover, don?t stop and wonder If we?ll be waiting on the other side When all we?re left with is a photograph to remember On just another rainy day
' Still breaking in these new shoes Looking for a way to make a mark of my own I'm just a spring chick, wet behind the ears It's a part of life so there
the back of a postcard No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart Our dreams and they are made out of real things Like a shoebox of photographs
Who pulled into my lane Life could be louder than something cracked up to be We all get new cells every seven years I feel seven today It's a good day
a kind Growin' up and runnin' wild We could take a sunset and make it real We stood together on the edge of a knife [Unverified] to be friends, brothers for life
up In another photograph I found And it seems like another person lived That life a great many years ago from now When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
a story all about yours truly Photographs from the past imagine the mystery Did you get your head lost in a day dream? Is Cinderella, waiting for her charming? Did you break a