I've been looking through some pictures
That I found in my room
Time machines take you back
To the places you once knew
And I remember all the things
that I used to care about
And I realised that they faded
They don't matter to me now
They are moments in a lifetime which I never understand
Just a glance across the room
Cigarette burnin' on my hand
Just a second conversation on a sunday afternoon
Or a kiss on a bridge
After it's been raining in June
And maybe I got older
And maybe I can't see
Or maybe I just realise that I want to be free
So send my love to the system
Send my love to the system
Well Playgrounds look like prisons the day after you leave school
And exes look like angels
The day before they fall
You get caught up with the rose
In the glasses on the wall
And you remember what they look like
And know what they will call
And there was still a way you smile
Some autumn monday morning
They will hate you
And they will rage you
And they will punish you without warning
And you search for signs of goodness
And you search for signs of life
Till you're standing on a stage
And you're blinded by the lights
And maybe I got scared
And gave in to the disease
Or maybe I just realise that I want to be free
So send my love to the system
Send my love to the system
Where the morning's slowly coming
As the pictures gathered dust
As the light dances with chemicals
But there is no need to rush
We just sit here for a while
Till we're ready to go back
We stick our fingers up in times
Till the horizon is getting fat
But I will take something with me
Which I could never found
If I carried on going forwards
In those directions we are bound
So I thank you little photograph
For giving me a little sign
Now I have to burn you
Just in case you change your mind
And maybe I got older
And gave up all my dreams
Or maybe I just realise that I want to be free
So send my love to the system
Send my love to the system
We're not leaving any doorways
We're not losing any speed
But if we die tomorrow
At least we got what we need
And you can carry on
No I'm not judging you at all
Takes us all different times
To recover from school
If you ever get your empire
I'm sure I'll shake your hand
But I think I'll be content
Drawing pictures in the sand
And as for all these photographs lying on the floor
Yes, I'll burn them in the morning
'Cause I don't need them anymore
And maybe I will miss them
In Time we will see
But I think I just realise that I want to be free
So send my love to the system
Send my love to the system
Send my love to the system
Send my love to the system
