I'm looking at my photographs

Reflections of my own

I see the change of life to come

These images are gone



I'm looking at my photographs

Emotions fill the air

The day we started hopefully soon ended in this pain



And all that lasts are photographs

Reflections of the past

The years have changed but still remains

The beating of the heart



I'm looking at my photographs

Some faces growing old

The eyes once light up the nights

but now the nights are cold



And some of them were Jury

We are the ones with naked skin

But still you see the photographs in secret magazines



And all that lasts are photographs

Reflections of the past

The years have changed but still remains

The beating of the heart



And all my secret photographs

And secret picture books

Are made for me and other men

to catch some greedy looks



I looking at my favourite one

So genre and so warm

The smell all ready lost it's life before myself was 

born



And all that lasts are photographs

Reflections of the past

The years have changed but still remains

The beating of the heart

And all that lasts are photographs

Reflections of the past

The years have changed but still remains

The beating of the heart

The beating of the heart

The beating of the heart

The beating of the heart