Sorting through my things the other day I found an old film camera that I thought I'd thrown away But there it was covered in dust I checked it and the film inside still had a few pictures left So I just snapped it off and then I found a place on the high street that could still develop them I dropped them off and clean forgot, It wasn't until this morning that I picked the pictures up
And there before my eyes in vivid colour Pictures of her stood smiling bold on the edge of a cliff by the sea On the south coast somewhere, Wind in her hair wrapped against the cold
There were many other pictures in the set, Most of them were taken in the first months after we met When we were lovers like happy drunks Stumbling for each other with each step, each breath in our lungs Pictures of nights from soho bars A weekend in the country when she bought my sister's car, Her naked, serene on a hotel bed Smiling at the camera, her beauty like a word unsaid
And there before my eyes on the glossy paper Quiet whispers of something I had lost or put aside for the longest time The hope that I might find some kind of peace
Oh oh oh where did it go go go I just don't know exactly where I kept it There right there under the stairs oh please Darling I swear swear swear that's where I left it Secret little things that you keep locked away In a small wooden box that you barely even mention to yourself It's not exactly hope, nothing quite as simple as youth Perhaps it's just a way of looking past the truth We're all fading away The truth I can see in the very last frame of that long lost roll of film A picture of me, a young man holding a camera up to a mirror
And there before my eyes in that old reflection a declaration bold We won't stay gold, all that's left of her and rest Is a small locked box of undeveloped films and photographsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
