Still Life Lyrics

Who are those people in that photograph

Their faces look like yours and mine

But you would never wear your hair like that

And he doesn't look so saturnine

Still life goes on the way it always has

And means what it has ever meant

And so as ever I'm prepared to trust

In whatever meaning we invent

We will always be weathered and tethered together

Just you, my bellwether and me

We will always be reaching our hands in the dark to see

We are always unfolding, hands holding

Our shoulders consoling in hours of need

I will always be holding you closer and closer to me

Where are those people in that photograph

And did they ever settle down

Whatever permanence they're looking for

I hope it's out there to be found