[Verse 1] Voices from a photograph Laughed from your wall, screamed through your dreams Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes Rise and cross the cold bare floor And watch the moon through frosted glass Damn that photograph, Ill have to take it down! She hears the boats as they move down the river She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her youth [Verse 2] Evenings with your mothers friends Pregnant eyes, sagging chins Swollen fingertips pour antique cups of tea Who are you and where you been? Suspended in a weightless wind Watching trains go by from platforms in the rain Look at the photograph, dream back last summer Dream back the lips of that travelling salesman, Mr. Jim He smelt of miracles with stained glass whispers You loved his laughter, you tremble beneath him once again [Outro] Thats what I want A new shot at life But my coats too thin, my feet wont fly And I watch the wind and I see another dream Blowin by...
photograph, hears, dream, glass, sagging