Photograph lyrics

Guitar fell out of time, missed you when you were mine
Snowflake, Auld Lang Syne, wept from the 7 Line
Thought 'bout something you said in '02 and slept on the tarmac
Oh, got a text from you out the blue, well, whatcha call that?

It’s just a photograph
You catch her mid-laugh
It’s just a furtive stab
Into the curtained past
'Cause in the photographs
You lit a bogue, then ashed
Into the water splash
And batted long black lashes to the camera flash

1979, Asian children crying
Nixon had resigned and the pretty fathers pined
For days spent grillin' Dr Pibb out in the guard shack
Mrs Hansen, will you take me till death do and all that?

It’s just a photograph
You catch her mid-laugh
It’s just a furtive stab
Into the curtained past
'Cause in the photographs
The kings of Queens yelped "brash"
And ordered Guinness drafts
And she smiled, then laughed, ordered something on my tab
Countless boroughs filled with bars
All that matters is the scars
Doc is criminal as charged
Burn your tongue, its metal forks
Burn the young, its metaphors
Burn your skin, its Agent Orange
Apples sprinkled in the porridge
I don't know where you are
Daddy, loan me your car
Baby, where did you park?
Darkened parking garage
Babe, what happened to us?
Long pained look, where’s the trust?
Gets tinged up with the lust
Zipper down, then you f*ck
Just then a passing truck