As he laid there, his life flashed in front of him 

He wonders if he can take back some of his past 

As he looks back on everything; he's got so much, he feels there's 

something missing 

I hear the silence but it sounds so strange 

I never felt this type of pain 



My photographs 

I want them back 

My photographs 

I want them back 



So he wanders through all his photographs 

A tear falls down his face cause he wants it back 

I hear the silence but it sounds so strange 

I never felt this type of pain 



My photographs 

I want them back 

My photographs 

I want them back 



Photographs, my photographs 



The blackest night, we never needed more 

We used to dream of all that we wished for 

I hear the silence but it sounds so strange 

I never felt this type of pain 



My photographs 

I want them back 

My photographs 

I want them back 

My photographs 

I want them back 

My photographs 

I want them back