Photograph

Under a blood red sun

This body in the shade

You're with the change to come

Everything looks dead

And you're lying on your back

With a book and a dog bag

You're like your

You're like your photograph

We hung around love sick

Looking for the sex

And a party in Brunswick

And took the long way back

And I threw up in the street

But your kindness counteracted that

You're like your

You're like your photograph

You're like your

You're like your photograph

Don't say c'est la vie

Men say such is life

And did you know that's what it means?

I touched your skin

And I laid down by your side

And watched you until death came in

And so we all weep the rain

The family sing-alongs

Messages from France and Spain

You're like your

You're like your photograph

You're like your

You're like your photograph

You're like your

You're like your photograph