[ Escribo sobre... ]
photograph
sábado 24 de diciembre, 2005 - 02:03:34
Estado de ánimo: Decepcionado
Seguridad de esta entrada: PUBLICO
Música actual: nickel back
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey’s head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if It’s too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn’t let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since god knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me
song by: nickel back
[ Enlace |
Tres comentarios ] 
del.icio.us Estrella este post 
Lyrics
Han escrito 3 comentarios de «photograph»
judas
Sábado 24 de diciembre, 2005 02:15.-
hi lucho ..how is the old country men ? how about yours love’s pain…
lochu209
Sábado 24 de diciembre, 2005 02:37.-
its cool i guess not a big deal no more im just trying to get over it if im lucky !!!!!
- judas
Sábado 24 de diciembre, 2005 02:56. -
i hope you’ll get it ..don’t worry and be happy and merry chrismas brother ….and happy new year…from new jersey .
