It’s funny how photographs only capture the best A pretty smile, a perfect dress, but now my heart’s a mess I guess that’s why people sometimes burn their memories But I just can’t strike the match on this one of you and me
We’re framed pretty like a picture hanging on a wall But we’re faded like a tan line in the fall And worst of all, forgotten You were looking at me, I was looking at you In that Polaroid we ignored the view But now it’s all forgotten Framed, faded, and forgotten
What was I thinking digging up this photo book? Last year I locked it up and swore I’d never look But then your birthday came and I thought it might be sweet To sneak a peek of what we had before you had to cheat
We’re framed pretty like a picture hanging on a wall But we’re faded like a tan line in the fall And worst of all, forgotten In that Polaroid we ignored the view But now it’s all forgotten Framed, faded, and forgotten
Damn these memories of love I wish that I could rip them up
We’re framed pretty like a picture hanging on a wall But we’re faded like a tan line in the fall And worst of all, forgotten, forgotten You were looking at me, I was looking at you In that Polaroid we ignored the view But now it’s all forgotten Framed, faded, and forgottenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.