Polaroids

Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past



Here's a pretty desert scene and here's a sea of grass



Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands



All the time the season's win and everything is lost



Something saids been said before but it's often worth repeating



And all the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting



And how are you and what did you do before you started thinking?



And I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer



I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past



And I'll never have a camera to disturb my rosy past



And I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts



Whilst it lasts



Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead



Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads



Ignore this western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas



I live in the song lines of boys from all over the world



Something saids been said before and here am I repeating



That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten



And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies



And here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book



And here are you on your holiday, I wonder if you still look that way



These damn pictures I could forget things so quickly



But they're always here and I cannot throw memories away



Here comes the stickler with his brand new Polaroids



Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past



Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed