Photograph
Gently leaning
On a mantelpiece
Begging the question
Of who really lives
Dressed in Sunday
Counting up the memories
Brushing hair
Wiping off the sweat
Replacing fluid
I couldn't find you
Mm, I couldn't find you in my arms
We lived in each other's dreams
Our words are the weight of bricks
Our words are the weight of bricks
I couldn't find you in my arms
I couldn't find you in my arms
