| Lyrics: | I found this photograph,
underneath the broken picture glass.
Tender face of black and
white,
Beautiful, a haunting sight.
Looked into an angel's smile,
captivated all the
while.
From the hair and clothes she wore,
I'd place her in between the
wars.
Was she willing when she sat
and posed the pretty photograph?
Save her
flowering and fair,
the days to come, the days to share.
A big smile for the
camera,
how did she know?
the moment could be lost forever
forever more
I
found this photograph,
stashed between the old joist walls,
in a place where time is
lost,
lost behind, where all things fall.
Broken books and calendars,
letters script
in careful hand,
music too, a standard tune by
some forgotten big brass
band.
From the threshhold what's to see
of our brave new century?
The
television's just a dream,
the radio, the silver screen.
A big smile for the
camera,
how did she know?
the moment could be lost forever
forever
more
Was her childhood filled with rhymes,
stolen hooks, impassioned
crimes?
Was she innocent or blind
to the cruelty of her time?
Was she fearful in her
day,
was she hopeful, did she pray?
Were there skeletons inside,
family secrets,
sworn to hide?
Did she feel the beat that stirs,
the fall from grace of wayward
girls?
Was she tempted to pretend,
the love and laughter, 'til the end |
