Relive the good times, cling to the past
With a 21 gun salute and a flag flown at half mast
I can't take away the memory of the one that you loved last
But I can turn his picture into ash
In this book and in my head love lingers on
The pain is sticking
There's something wrong inside my head and I can't pin it down
A bomb is ticking
Just three photographs mean more to you than I do
Just three photographs tucked away on page 18
Just three photographs mean more to you than I do
Just three photographs never see the light of day, anyway
In my room, but in your house the clouds are thickening
The lines are blurring
In my bed with you right here my pulse is quickening
The dream's recurring
Just two photographs mean more to you than I do
Just two photographs tucked away on page 18
Just two photographs mean more to you than I do
Just two photographs never see the light of day, anyway
Just one photographs mean more to you than I do
Just one photographs tucked away on page 18
Just one photographs mean more to you than I do
Just one photographs never see the light of day, anyway