The photograph

The photograph
A captured moment
Fallen in a static

The photograph
The Wall in the yellow frame
The Good and The Bad unraveled

The side that I see
When I look into your eyes
Memories are behind us
Where dreams were born

And what I’m afraid of
On the bad side
Me, You, together
No results found

So I’m leading
The fake revolution
To give them
What they wanted to see…

So park the car
Drop the phone
Lay down on bed
So I could dream about You