Snow Patrol - Please Just Take These Photos From My Hands
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The yellowed page of the books and books
I"d forgotten that I had
These paperbacks they know their age they smell
of weight and time that"s resting warm
The opened box beside the endless box
parade that haunts my house
Is fit to split with photographs that tell
the wanderlust of years smashed on to years
When all this actual life played out
Where the hell on Earth was I?
I rack my brains but it won"t come
Through water damaged bloodshot eyes
The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies
All seem to mingle into one
I read your name under words in your
elegant hand you probably don"t mean now
I fold the letter and think of a million
and one things that I could have done different
When all this actual life played out
Where t
