Still Photo Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

I saw you yesterday 

I couldn't 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 

There's boxes full of bits of you 

And none of them are numbered 

And when I search, it's deja vu 

Things I think I knew 

I should have thrown away this time last year 

Everytime 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 

There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears 

Everytime I touch you 

You move so slow 

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 

I'd 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 what's going on? 

Everytime I touch you 

You move so slow 

And you're still like your photo