Photographs

I dont need, nerves of steel
I can resist a gentle tease
If its a test, I can be tough
If its a bluff, Im not impressed
You closed the books, Im off the hook
You left a stress, I cant fool less
I must confess, I have no fear
But neither did guts, my dear

I picture your photographs,
Im right here, I dont know why
I picture the clothes you have
The blush you felt, but I wont ask why
I picture youre somewhere else, the story ends
But I dont know how
If only the time in have the rush
Im backing up, my favorite shots
Its not a lot, but all I got
Give me a scheme, cause as it seems
Im running out of good ideas
Im risk of hurts, I dont jump first
Im taking out of each Ive learned
So no more loss, I let it go
Ill take things nice and slow

I picture your photographs,
Im right here, I dont know why
I picture the clothes you have
The blush you felt, but I wont ask why
I picture youre somewhere else, the story ends
But I dont know how
If only the time in have the rush
You cut me out, you cut me out
You cut me out, you cut me out
You cut me out, you cut me out
You cut me out, you cut me out

I picture your photographs,
Im right here, I dont know why
I picture the clothes you have
The blush you felt, but I wont ask why
I picture youre somewhere else, the story ends
But I dont know how
If only the time in have the rush.



Credits
Writer(s): Pieter Van Dessel
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