Monday, August 17, 2015

Photograph


Photograph




Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive


We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still



So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home



Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul

And it's the only thing that I know, know

I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die



Hm, we keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still



So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone



And if you hurt me

That's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home



You can fit me

Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul



And if you hurt me

Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go



When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth street

Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."




This song really touched me... 

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