Photographs

I'm looking at my photographs
Reflections of my own
I see the changes that have come
These images are gone
I'm looking at my photographs
Emotions fill the air
The day which started hopefully
Soon ended in despair

And all that's left 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
Their eyes once lightened up the night
But now the nights are cold
And some of them wеre chewing
Where oncе was naked skin
But still you see their photographs
In secret magazines

And all that's left 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'm looking at my favorite one
So tender and so warm
This man already lost his life
Before myself was born

And all that's left are photographs
Reflections of the past
The years have changed, but still remains
The beating of the heart
And all that's left are photographs
Reflections of the past
The years have changed, but still remains
The beating of the heart

The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart (Oh)
The beating of the heart