Photograph (LIVE) 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

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

I'll wonder what you think of me now