Taking Pictures

When I take a picture of the city, it disappears It's only a photograph, the city is gone The places I go are never there The places I go are never there Nostalgia isn't what it used to be I can only picture the disappearing world When you touch me He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle The record caught the air of London, nineteen sixty-five The places I go are never there The places I go are never there Nostalgia isn't what it used to be I can only picture the disappearing world When you touch me, when you touch me When you touch me