Still Photo (Live at Union Hall)

Still Photo (Live) - John Wesley Harding

I saw you yesterday

I couldnt let you be

I had to sift through broken glass

To find out if you missed me

But all I found was a slow fade

And a gift-wrapped box of band aids

With a note that said I'm never coming home

Beneath my single bed

Everything's haphazard

Theres boxes full of bits of you

And none of them are numbered

And when I search its deva you

Things I think I knew

I should have thrown away this time last year

Every time I touch you

You move so slow

Every time I touch you

You move so slow

And you're still like your photo

I heard me yesterday

Repeating my own name

To convince myself

That none of us had changed

And now I'm walking round the grooves

Of a record I lost when we moved

Theres dust and scratches mixed with all these tears

Every time I touch you

You move so slow

Every time I touch you

You move so slow

And you're still like your photo

And you're still like your photo

Should we throw it all away

The failed long shots through far distant styles

Those forced smiles those forced smiles

It started so on the mark

But it missed by one million miles

Nothing has developed

This darkroom gets me down

Id throw on all the lights

But I'm afraid you'd come around

You're living in a limbo hell

A life that's only parallel

Is the real you aware whats going on

Every time I touch you

You move so slow

Every time I touch you

You move so slow

And you're still like your photo

And you're still like your photo

And you're still like your photo