Still Photo — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

I saw you yesterday

I couldnt let you be

I had to sift through broken glass

To find out if you missed me

But all I found was a slow fade

And a gift-wrapped box of band aids

With a note that said "im never coming home"





Beneath my single bed

Everythings haphazard

Theres boxes full of bits of you

And none of them are numbered

And when I search, its deja vu

Things I think I knew

I should have thrown away this time last year





Everytime I touch you

You move so slow

And youre still like your photo





I heard me yesterday

Repeating my own name

To convince myself

That none of us had changed

And now Im walking round the grooves

Of a record I lost when we moved

Theres dust and scratches mixed with all these tears





Everytime I touch you

You move so slow

And youre still like your photo





Should we throw it all away

The failed long shots through far distant styles

Those forced smiles, those forced smiles

It started so on the mark

But it missed by one million miles





Nothing has developed

This darkroom gets me down

Id throw on all the lights

But Im afraid youd come around

Youre living in a limbo hell

A life thats only parallel

Is the real you aware whats going on?





Everytime I touch you

You move so slow

And youre still like your photo