photographer friend

photographer friend

photographer friend

i'll see you in the end

you ain't like y other friends

you never judge

picture's worth a thousand words

it explains why we don't talk

as we travel past the perfumed rows of hemlock trees

with one wheel in my hands and four more on the road

and you

you're hanging out of the window

one days

we'll be married to different people

and any stills you keep'll keep us still until

you take the future and leave me with the past

photographer friend

photographer friend

some things they never last

you'll see the future change the colour of the past

photographer friend

photographer friend

some things they never last