This is a photograph, a dark horse from your past galloping back
Open up your mouth and laugh, at all the ugly people living in a photograph
If you go reaching for your past, make sure your grip is iron clad
Open up your mouth don′t laugh, at all the pretty people living in a photograph
This is your father in the West Texas dirt
This is your mother young and in a skirt
This is time as it's starting to flirt with the abyss now
Give me a kiss now
This is a clipper ship, this is its sail
This is the hull or hell starting to swell
Heaven′s empty but can we make it?
This is us standing here naked
This is the siren that sounds after a war
This is the sky with a murmur of birds
This is where we once were
This is returning to earth
And this is what I'll miss about being alive
And this is what I'll miss after I die
This is a photograph
This is a photograph
This is a photograph
This is a photograph
If you go reaching for your past, make sure your grip is iron clad
Open up your mouth don′t laugh, at all the pretty people living in a photograph
