This is a photograph, a dark horse from your past galloping back

Open up your mouth and laugh, at all the ugly people living in a photograph

If you go reaching for your past, make sure your grip is iron clad

Open up your mouth don′t laugh, at all the pretty people living in a photograph

This is your father in the West Texas dirt

This is your mother young and in a skirt

This is time as it's starting to flirt with the abyss now

Give me a kiss now

This is a clipper ship, this is its sail

This is the hull or hell starting to swell

Heaven′s empty but can we make it?

This is us standing here naked

This is the siren that sounds after a war

This is the sky with a murmur of birds

This is where we once were

This is returning to earth

And this is what I'll miss about being alive

And this is what I'll miss after I die

This is a photograph

This is a photograph

This is a photograph

This is a photograph

If you go reaching for your past, make sure your grip is iron clad

Open up your mouth don′t laugh, at all the pretty people living in a photograph