Sight For Sore Eyes

A moment of hesitation
Another minute staring at a screen
Like a painter that blushes at bodies, embarrassed
I don't want to be seen
I'll just pick at some blu tack
I may as well start with something small
But I've got a feeling that I'll just be leaving the poster on my wall

A photograph is like an hourglass sometimes
I was confused and in a daze when I found you

Oh my God, you're a sight for sore eyes
Some ironic pseudonym
Nothing left could save me
I was ready to give in
Oh my God, you're a sight for sore eyes
Weathered, weary, brittle, blue
Light broke through the clouds
When I saw that it was you

You try to extinguish the heartache
I told you that I rarely go outside
Isabelle eberhardt wouldn't know where to start
I'll just float out with the tide
When a month is a minute
We never have the time to say farewell
Is this what it means when you love and you leave
And the grief kicks in again?

A photograph is like an hourglass sometimes
I was confused and in a daze when I left you

Oh my God, you're a sight for sore eyes
Some ironic pseudonym
Nothing left could save me
I was ready to give in
Oh my God, you're a sight for sore eyes
Weathered, weary, brittle, blue
Light broke through the clouds
When I saw that it was really, truly you

Life goes on
I still see you in the images and stories
That still clutter every empty space
Upon these walls, inside my head
I'll keep breathing till I'm out of breath
I wonder if you'll hear me cry for help

A photograph is all I got till you get back
A photograph is all I got till you get back
A photograph is all I got till you get back (got till you get back)
A photograph is all I got till you get back (got till you get back)
A photograph is all I got till you get back (got till you get back)
A photograph is all I got till you get, got till you get back
A photograph is all I got till you get back (got till you get back)
A photograph is all I got till you get back (got till you get back)