Photographs

I don't need nerves of steel
I can resist a gentle tease

If it's a test, I can be tough
If it's a bluff, I'm not impressed

You closed the books, I'm off the hook
You left the stress, I kept the mess

I must confess, I have no fear
But neither the guts, my dear

I picture your photographs
I'm dying here
And I don't know why
I picture the pose you held
The blush you felt
But I won't ask why

I picture you somewhere else
The story ends
But I don't know how
If only the timing had been right

I'm backing up, my favorite shots
It's not a lot, but all I got

Give me a scheme, cause as it seems
I'm running out of good ideas

I'm risk averse, I don't jump first
I'm taking note of each alert

So no more loss, I'll let it go
I'll take things, nice and slow

I picture your photographs
I'm dying here
And I don't know why
I picture the pose you held
The blush you felt
But I won't ask why

I picture you somewhere else
The story ends
But I don't know how
If only the timing had been right

You cut me out
You cut me out
You cut me out
You cut me out
You cut me out
You cut me out (X2)

I picture your photographs
I'm dying here
And I don't know why
I picture the pose you held
The blush you felt
But I won't ask why

I picture you somewhere else
The story ends
But I don't know how
If only the timing had been right