Photographs - Fialta
Your youth has run it's race
Your youth has run it's race
Creeping up slowly
Slowly
Your mothers face has changed
Your mothers face has changed
Ain't wearing those mini skirts anymore
Mini skirts anymore
Drink the world it just won't fill you up
Holdin' on to something and you can't let go
So you're hitting up the bottle right before the show
She's never mentioned word of it to another soul
Except for somethin' that she's feelin' like the holy ghost
Photographs of younger days will
Never make their way
Into your grave
Your father shaves his legs
It's from his football days
Everyone's doin' it
To be cool
Doin' it
To be just like you
Holdin' on to something and you can't let go
So you're hittin' up the bottle right before the show oh
She's never mentioned word of it to another soul
Except for somethin' that she's feelin' like the holy ghost oh
If you're leaving in time for the mourning show
I'll believe you're using faith from the depths of your soul
I'll believe you're using faith from the depths below
Photographs of younger days will never make their way
Photographs of younger days will never make their way
Into your grave
Into your grave
Into your grave
Into your grave
