Please Just Take These Photos From My Hands - Snow Patrol

The yellowed page of the books and books

I'd forgotten that I had

These paperbacks, they know their age they smell

Of weight and time that's resting warm

The opened box beside the endless box parade

That haunts my house

Is fit to split with photographs that tell

The wanderlust of years smashed on to years

When all this actual life played out

Where the hell on earth was I?

I rack my brains but it won't come

Through water damaged bloodshot eyes

The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies

All seem to mingle into one

I read your name under words in your elegant hand

You probably don't mean now

I fold the letter and think of a million

And one thing's that I could have done different

When all this actual life played out

Where the hell on earth was I?

I rack my brains but it won't come

Through water damaged bloodshot eyes

The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies

All seem to mingle into one

One gigantic fairy tale

Of friends I haven't seen in years

Drinking till the daylight hurts

You seem friendly, who are you?

That's a lot of wine that we got through

We've made playtime look like work

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands