Photograph Lyrics

The first to go will be the color

And then the corners will also fade away.

And little notches will form on the longer sides

Where my hands have smoothed over too many times.

And then the background will disappear

Like a ship running away from an iron fog.

And I can only watch it, nothing can stop this

As the memory fades into the sand.

A little while later, when we're staring at blacks and whites

Deciphering which features are a shadow or a nose.

They'll both, blend together

Under the watercolor paintbrush of the artist Time.

And then the faces will go under

The swirling fury of the night gale,

I clutch the other floating memories about to give up on me,

And I can only watch it, nothing can stop this

As the memory fades into the sand.

After all else is gone, and the wrinkles on my hand match the piece of paper in the drawer.

The name will escape me when I'm telling a story to someone whom I loved.

And that'll be the end, that'll be the change, the last frontier in a battle no one has won.

But I can only watch it, I do my best to find it,

Throw all the sweaters out of every moving box.

And after a few beads of sweat, and me holding this to my chest

I'll promise you, swear to you, I'll never let this fade into sand.

And I can't understand, I can only hold the locket in front of my eyes.

And I'll spill out every daybreak with black circles on my face.

And I'll think of what you think of me now, have I lost it?