Photograph (The Voice Performance)

Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

That I know

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time's forever frozen, still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

And you won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me

Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed

And inside these pages, you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

And wait for me to come home

Oh, wait for me to come home

Oh, and wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

And if you hurt me

Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed

And inside these pages, you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth street

Hearing you whisper through the phone

"Wait for me to come home"