Photographs

Wish that I took more photographs of us Said goodbye now our love's collecting dust Just a memory of you is not enough I wish that I took more photographs of us I can't believe I left you feeling solo I was just at Nan's going through old photos And you ain't in many of them, you're barely in any of them Three or four of them I wish you were in more of them I just wish there were more of them Cos now all I got is memories And I cry but that river's run dry If only time was something that money could buy, goodbye But it ain't, with words there's only so many pictures I can paint And I'm running out of film now, There's only so many pictures I can take How does Faith feel looking at pictures of B How does Courtney looking at pictures of Kurt But I hate looking at pictures of you 'cos it hurts Wish that I took more photographs of us Said goodbye now our collecting dust Just a memory of you is not enough Wish that I took more photographs of us I wish that I took more photographs of us We all thought we'd live forever We all thought that the moments would last But the moments don't last, the moments pass The only things the lasts is the photographs But what about the pictures we didn't take What about the moments that we forget What about the memories that we've lost That only leave you full of feelings and regret Over the people we neglected, and the time we took for granted When all you can do is close your eyes and Hope that the memories develop in the darkness Like photos do I wish I had a time-machine and a photo-booth I know to grow I've got to learn to let go But I just wish that I had something that I could hold on to Wish that I took more photographs of us Said goodbye now our collecting dust Just a memory of you is not enough Wish that I took more photographs of us Last time we met have saw change in you He sat there calm and explained the truth How addiction ain't nothing but greed and glut Could just eat the whole world like a baby Ruth And you got under my skin All the nights eyes-rolled sunken in gin Cos I don't want you to go and die like Owen and bruv I really wish I had a picture of him Wish that I took more photographs of us Said goodbye now our collecting dust Just a memory of you is not enough Wish that I took more photographs of us Wish that I took more photographs of us