[00:00.00] 作词 : Patrick Fitzgerald[00:01.00] 作曲 : Patrick Fitzgerald/Patrick Anthony Fitzgerald;Daniel William H Goodwin;Julian David Swales[00:21.27]Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.[00:25.50]Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.[00:34.26]Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands.[00:41.61]All the time the season's win and everything is lost[00:49.08]Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating.[00:55.17]All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting.[01:03.15]How are you and what did you do before you started thinking?[01:13.26]I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer.[01:23.67]I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past.[01:31.53]I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past.[01:35.70]I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts.[01:40.17]Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead.[02:06.75]Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads.[02:14.55]Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas.[02:27.33]I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world[02:30.30]Something said's been said before and here I am repeating[02:36.36]That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten[02:45.63]And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies.[02:47.10]Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book[03:01.02]And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way.[03:06.87]These damn pictures[03:09.57]I could forget[03:09.87]Things so quickly[03:14.04]But they're always here[03:17.34]I cannot throw[03:17.76]Memories away.[03:19.41]Here comes the sickler[03:20.16]With his brand new polaroids.[03:20.82]Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.[04:29.37]Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed.