Pictures

I know both the faces

In the grain

Thats coming up for air again

Just like turning pages with my hand I'm a picture making man

I darken like the silver iodide

Preserving the night

And that is why I

Won't forget the way we talked

The moment that you blink it's yours / it's lost Finally found a way

To just get lost

A picture of your hands

Open palms

The pigment of a younger man

I might turn nocturnal given the chance

But the flash returns the glance

In darkrooms where your smile still blind my eyes Preserving the night

And that is why I

Won't forget the way we talked

The moment that you blink it's yours / it's lost Finally found a way

To just get lost

In my dreams I only ride in back seats In my dreams

I only ride in back seats