Photographs

I don’t need, nerves of steel

I can resist a gentle tease

If it’s a test, I can be tough

If it’s a bluff, I’m not impressed

You closed the books, I’m off the hook

You left a stress, I can’t fool less

I must confess, I have no fear

But neither did guts, my dear

I picture your photographs,

I'm dying here, and I don't know why

I picture the pose you held

The blush you felt, but I won’t ask why

I picture you’re somewhere else, the story ends

But I don’t know how

If only the timing had been right

I’m backing up, my favorite shots

It’s not a lot, but all I got

Give me a scheme, cause as it seems

I’m running out of good ideas

I’m risk of hurts, I don’t jump first

I’m taking out of each I’ve learned

So no more loss, I let it go

I’ll take things nice and slow

I picture your photographs,

I'm dying here, and I don't know why

I picture the pose you held

The blush you felt, but I won’t ask why

I picture you’re somewhere else, the story ends

But I don’t know how

If only the timing had been right

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,

I'm dying here, and I don't know why

I picture the pose you held

The blush you felt, but I won’t ask why

I picture you’re somewhere else, the story ends

But I don’t know how

If only the timing had been right