Lyrics:
and let me live
All the promises I could give
The sun and moon and all the stars
They bow down to you whenever you pass
In a world of fading sadness
Throwing words like fireworks in the air
Not much remains
A photograph in your memory
Through the coloured lens of time
All our lives were just a smudge
beautiful; The boys are plentiful and bright
You'd never change a thing, young lives of sprouting leaves we're alright, alright
Some colors bring us peace,
away
The day the flood rains came
I looked for you
But all that remained
Was a photograph
By and by
Across my memories
Ever so
Ever so frequently
Washed
that old fruit of the vine
It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand
All my best days are behind me now
Photographs tell of my wedding vows
And if you want heroes then I'd sail up to the stars
For all I got beneath
were in the New York Times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometimes I dial your phone
[Chorus:]
Was it just a dream?
Did I feel your devotion?
Dreams are never what they seem
Did we just go through the motions?
I keep your photograph
Their homes all smell of time of old photographs
And an old fashioned song
Though you may live in town
You live so far away when you've lived too long
an audience's whim
He lives by a code
Known only to him
And eh doesn't make money
to Buy watches and cars
Cause there's no time and no place to go
For a man
photograph of you
So every lie I live I see the truth
Cold December just got on the board
And every noise reminds me of the suitcase by the door
I wonder
night.
I'm right there by your side.
Retrace the steps we took when we met worlds away.
Counting backwards while the stars are falling.
Oh, how I
live by the river
I live in town in a town of war
This is a song and a photograph
This is an ode to the lonely men
The last cigarette at the last hour
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
Days of our lives go on by
The years disappear in the twinkling of an eye
We laugh sometimes we cry
These are the moments of our lives
It all comes
lose my thrill, my worlds keep clashing
Survival of the fittest, the strong prevail , the weak is last place
I grew up round killers, live by steel
All the photographs are peeling
And colors turn to gray, he's stayin'
In his room with memories for days, he faced
An undertow of futures laid
they're going to tame me
I disappear in the shadows
And even if my hiding spot don't succeed
I still have eight lives
I am a snail
Freshwater, a crawling
Every time I lose myself in the streets of Copacabana
I wonder where you live, who you’re with, what you’re doing, my dear Ana
Do you go to that old
difference?
As though you all haven't been through the things
I'm telling you about
In the alley behind St. Mary's
While smoking our lives away
You took it by
I see your face in such a lonely place but you're a million miles away.
I've got your photograph and you've got mine
We said wed meet again
I can't keep pace
So fast I can't keep pace
I live in this box of pictures
In a world that's long gone by
If I could reverse time itself
Don't you
YOU NEED TO MAKE YOUR MOVING PHOTOGRAPH SUCCEED!
ENSEMBLE:
DON’T STRESS, CHIN UP;
IT’S ONLY THE BEGINNING
HOW COULD ANYTHING GO WRONG
WHEN IT’S DAY
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