Photograph
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I slipped in, into warm water,
Into those hands,
Up through the delta
Up through the fog, like a hungry dog.
It's like a photograph. It's like a dream I had
Vivid and fading fast, it was never meant to last.
The lilies were blooming; a hundred of them
Intoxicating me - filling the room,
The city below us, lit up like Christmas,
Hanging on every word of your foreign tongue.
It's like a photograph. It's like a dream I had
Vivid and fading fast, it was never meant to last
So take a picture from the ceiling,
All the colours in me bleeding
It's like a photograph, it's like a photograph
So take a picture of the feeling
All the colours in me reeling
It's like a photograph, it's like a photograph
Leave it behind you, a skid mark in the dust
A storm on your pillow
Put it down to lust
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