PHOTOGRAPH

Photograph! Photograph! Photograph! Photograph!

Photograph! Photograph! Photograph! Photograph!

Everytime I see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph,
And I realize you're not coming back anymore.
I thought I'd make it the day you went away
But I can't make it ītill you come home again to stay.

I can't get used to living here,
For my heart is broke, my tears I cry for you
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Now you're expecting me to live without you,
But that's not something that I'm looking forward to

Photograph! Photograph! Photograph! Photograph!

Photograph! Photograph! Photograph! Photograph!

I can't get used to living here,
For my heart is broke, my tears and cry for you.
But all I've got is a photograph,
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

Photograph! Photograph! Photograph! Photograph!

Photograph! Photograph! Photograph! Photograph!

Photograph!