Album: Photographs (2005)

Photographs


As he laid there, his life flashed in front of him
He wonders if he can take back some of his past
As he looks back on everything; he's got so much, he feels there's
something missing
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
I never felt this type of pain

My photographs
I want them back
My photographs
I want them back

So he wanders through all his photographs
A tear falls down his face cause he wants it back
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
I never felt this type of pain

My photographs
I want them back
My photographs
I want them back

Photographs, my photographs

The blackest night, we never needed more
We used to dream of all that we wished for
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
I never felt this type of pain

My photographs
I want them back
My photographs
I want them back
My photographs
I want them back
My photographs
I want them back